Teen Ink

People stare when I walk by. I ­pretend not to notice. It’s not their fault; they don’t know I can’t stop. Can’t stop ticcing. When I was 11 years old, 16 letters changed the way I...

There was a dead girl in front of the library this morning. She was breathing, but she wasn’t alive. Whatever existence she’d had during her few years – I calculated she was around 13 –...

     Our world has been greatly affected by climate change and it is critical that people, young and old, band together to fight it. Perhaps the biggest factor is the...