Teen Ink

I was pushing a buggy down the soup aisle. “What do you want for dinner Ammon?” I asked my boyfriend. “What ever you want Anastacia.” He replied mockingly, he does that when I call him by...

Our daily jog together. At least I like to think of it as our jog. It’s not like we actually run together, but in close proximity in separate universes. It is hard to remember the days when...

He is your world. He is the one you would live and die for. You love the color of his skin – different from yours – the perfect balance between light and dark, day and night. You love the way...