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Lost and Found This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.
I liked being a mess. The desk that should have been clear so I could do my homework was always besieged with bowls of cereal and spoiled milk, old magazines, and Post-it notes I had forgotten to remember. My floor was a vacuum in itself, eating... (more »)
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The Last Goodbye This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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I take one last glance around the empty, quiet room. The room that used to be my bedroom. But no longer. The bags have been packed, the moving van is loaded. My parents and sisters are waiting outside now while I say one final goodbye to the... (more »)
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All By My Little Self
By , Copeland, KS
Life is a puzzle. This thought resonates in my mind as I try to connect two puzzle pieces that clearly should fit; but they don’t. “Look! I did it!” shouts the seven-year-old, sitting in front of me, “I made the... (more »)
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I Don't Want to Be a Size Two
By , bellerose, NY
All my life I've been picked on about my weight. "You're never going to be able to lose weight." "So if you don't drink soda, why do you look like that?" "Oh you know you want to eat that." "Fat ass." I've heard it all.. and let me tell you..... (more »)
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When Dad Goes to Prison This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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The plastic orange chair creaks beneath me. The friction in my jeans makes my skin itch. Other kids my age prance around playing tag. I sit, patiently, with my hands resting under my thighs, occasionally bobbing my head from side to side,... (more »)
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We're Different
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The hallway swam with adolescents exasperated and apathetically digressing toward their next destination.  Down the clogged arteries of teenage society, I strained to see above the bobbing heads. I clutched my books to my chest and dove... (more »)
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Lesson Learned
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We still tried to call it love after it broke us. I missed all the good times, but I knew those would forever be memories and the good times were over. I tried to live two years of my life thinking somehow this twisted relationship would work... (more »)
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Close One Door to Open Another This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
I stood in the airport, beside my mother, watching the floor. In my peripheral vision I saw shapes moving hurriedly past, as people went on their ways, each heading a different direction in the world. My hands were jammed in my pockets; even... (more »)
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Dusk
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My feet are stained a surprisingly vivid shade of yellow. I do not know where my shoes are, and I do not care. Nothing is happening, and I am altogether separate from the world, isolated. People have been passing me by all day, and I do not... (more »)
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Finding Courage in Trials
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The morning was crisp and clear, a premonition to the warm day to come. The sun was peering through the tree tops and a cloudless sky hung above the horizon. A bright, yellow bus came around the corner and a team of students climbed in. The ride... (more »)
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#11
Flying High
Two short years ago, just a few days after Christmas, I find myself wide awake at the crack of dawn, anxious about the day as my mind races in circles. I try to stay warm, bundled underneath the covers, but the chilly air outside my hotel in... (more »)
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True Happiness
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There are times in our lives when we find something good. Whether it be love or knowledge or what have you. That thing always makes you happy. Ok not always,but most of the time. Its that one single thing that can pull you out of the darkness into... (more »)
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Thank You Katrina
I sat down carefully at the empty table in the lunchroom. Wrapping my arms around myself, I attempted to cope with my never-ending anxiety. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be back at Mount Carmel. Yes, I looked calm and collected on the... (more »)
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#14
A Visit
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“I won’t pay your bail.” The man behind the glass had a shocked look on his gaunt face, a silent terror in his eyes, “Why not, honey?” he asked innocently, but she wasn’t fooled. Her eyes flashed, “ You... (more »)
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Self Portrait
Waking up Thanksgiving morning, the first thing my eye caught hold of was the estranged Disney drawing book on the bottom of my book shelf. The azure blue of its cover was immediately appealing; resulting in me spending the majority of my time... (more »)
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My Blue Butterfly Ring
Lights! Cameras! Snapshots! Flashes! Action was happening everywhere. I pinched that little piece of skin under my elbow and ferociously blinked my eyes to make sure it was not a dream. “Jeanne-Marie! You have won! You can come up to the... (more »)
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