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Teen Ink Magazine, January 2005 : Nonfiction Articles

"My" Teddy Bear
by Courney L., Elsie, NE
     Many see this piece of chocolatey brown fabric, now dust-covered, as a childhood memory on its shelf, staring down at his memories, but I see this teddy bear as much more. For me, this simple toy represents an elder brother’s eternal love for his sister ...
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A Sharing of the Heart
by Caitlin C., San Antonio, TX
     Beep! Beep! Beep! I rolled over to see the glowing red letters on my alarm clock. It’s 5:50 a.m, 40 minutes before what I had set it for. Forty precious minutes subtracted from my six hours of sleep ...
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All It Took Was A Smile
by Alison H., Medford, WI
     “People are like stained-glasswindows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when thedarkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a lightfrom within ...
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Caddies, Cousins & Gangsters
by Theresa P., Greendale, WI
     At first glance, my extended family (particularly on my father’s side) appears quite dull. And by dull, I mean more boring than watching paint dry in the middle of a corn field. But there are some surprising stories that raise their status from lame to exciting ...
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Lying On My Bed
by Anonymous ., Wethersfield, CT
     There I was, lying on my bed. It was 3 a.m. and I still didn’t really know what I was doing. But it was too late anyway. Everyone in the house was asleep so they wouldn’t find me until morning.

I waited for everything to happen ...
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My Brother
by Karly H., Centerville, IN
     My brother Chris was always a clown. He was the one to cheer everyone up when they were having a bad day. He was always the peacekeeper in our house, too. If anyone was fighting, he’d be the one to talk to, to blow off smoke ...
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My Sandpit Home
by Elyse S., Chetek, WI
     It was a typical summer day as I walked down the gravel road to the lake. The sweet smell of sun-ripened strawberries floated through the steamy air. Shouts of families getting ready for weekends in their cabins could be heard throughout the area ...
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On Being an Only Child
by Judy Y., Toronto, ON
     Change is unavoidable. People’s lives are constantly changing. But for me, one thing will never change: I am, and will always be, an only child ...
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Playing Ball with Shahzad
by Jawwad A., New City, NY
      When I come out of the bathroom I see mybrother Shahzad. It is late, and I am about to go to bed. As I pass himin the hall, he shoves me into the wall, and then happily walks to theliving room, pleased with himself ...
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Special Day, Special Brother
by Emily H., Gibsonia, PA
     In my life, I’ve experienced some good and some bad days, but when I think of all the wonderful days, one in particular stands out far above the rest. That was the day my family and I finally got my little brother.

My family adopted my younger brother ...
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The Payback
by Jodie B., Clarkston, MI
     The smell of Downy Mountain Spring fabric softener filters into my nostrils and a crafty look creeps into my eyes. Hmm, I’ve found them, but which ones should I use? There are blue, green, yellow and red ones with baseballs, trains, and even some with hearts ...
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The Picture
by Samantha S., Cohasset, MA
     Walking across the white carpet to my bureau, the picture next to my alarm catches my attention. I reach for it and study it for a few minutes ...
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Then and Now
by Lauren F., Wethersfield, CT
     Things never used to be like they are now. My eyes weren’t open to what was happening around me. I didn’t understand that suddenly everything could change ...
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We Are Strong
by Elora L., Port Charlotte, FL
(A Poem in Response to Hurricane Charley)

So here we are,
nearly three weeks
after receiving a devastating blow ...
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