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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 »)

"I broke up with him." I said nonchalantly to Megan without looking up from the history notes I was working on. “Why?" she said, completely shocked. “I will never see him plus we are only in 7th grade.” “Did... (more »)

She has cancer. It’s weird to write that down. My mother has cancer. She found out last week but couldn’t bring herself to tell my brothers and me until today. I knew it was bad news when my father called us down to our living room. I... (more »)

In a world with over six billion people, there’s one small community—a parish, that means the world to me. August 29th 2005 caused a big uproar for this little parish and almost wiped us off the map. Almost. St. Bernard Parish is in... (more »)

Fifty-three missed calls. I looked at my phone for the first time in two weeks. The hairs on my neck rose when my mother peered cautiously from the passenger seat of my father's car. I strained to read message after message of friends' questions... (more »)

Innocence clouds her face, making her almost unrecognizable. She walks alone, among a world that is her own. She doesn’t understand the concept of pain, of suffering. She is a little girl, lost in a sea of her own imagination. Her innocence... (more »)

I am a 16-year-old from NJ and this is my story: Sometime in August of 2009, my body began to itch like crazy. After a few weeks of this, my mom and I contacted my pediatrician. She told us that I was probably allergic to the type of soap or... (more »)

I bought my first tube of lipstick at six, with a picture of Barbie wrapped around it, but nevertheless, bright, red, and shiny, which was the epitome of lipstick for me. I started reading my mother’s Vogue when I was ten. I couldn’t... (more »)

was the eighteenth person off of the airplane. When I saw her I couldn’t think of a single better thing to do than tackle her to the ground with all of the hugs I’d been saving. People looked at us like we were crazy, but we ignored... (more »)

I don't know why he frightened me so. Perhaps it was my innocence, childish fears, or simply the cold hand of reality that caused me to react the way I did. But as the years passed, my subconscious began to develop a small corner of long-term... (more »)