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#1
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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{excerpt from my life story}
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 He was the first person to ever show a genuine interest in me without my having to say a word. I never told him this, but those days I sat there and said nothing, contributed nothing, seemingly wasted the oxygen in his classroom- those were... (more »)
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The Daughter of a Narcissist
By , Kingsville, Canada
I am the daughter of a narcissist. That is the first thing I identify as. When you have a narcissistic parent, who you are as a person is never more important than your relationship with them. Even if you could escape it, who you are as a... (more »)
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Changing the World
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I was a foster care child. Between the ages of ten and fourteen, my life changed forever; I was in the foster care system two separate times in the course of four years.  It felt bad to leave my parents. I knew at a very young age that foster... (more »)
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Finding My Voice
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Pulling into Wal-Mart in our white automobile on a bright starry night was one of the most peaceful nights I can remember. The sky was scattered with stars of all shapes and sizes. My dad, sister, and my dad's boss, Gunta, and I filed out of the... (more »)
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Slice Of Life
Hammock I heard nothing, nothing of course but the soft sound of crickets humming in the distance.  The sound that sounds so perfect, it feels fake.  Like the book i would read when i was little.  The Little Cricket. ... (more »)
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The Biggest Mistake
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It is seven o’clock in Space Station 9, and the children are going inside for the evening. Their rose-colored cheeks glow in the moonlight, as they run towards me. In the crowd, I spot my little granddaughter. Short curls of her jet black hair... (more »)
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Fifteen Years
By , Aurora, IL
The year I was conceived, it was 1998, and my parents had been married for three months, together for four years.  My mom was a beauty – long blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles up and down her arms and on her face, a kind smile.  My father had... (more »)
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Random Thoughts
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Creative block happens to me when I can no longer have one-sided conversations with myself. Sometimes I talk to myself for comfort, but I refer to me as “you guys.” I find it hilarious when I sneeze in threes. I like laughing, but... (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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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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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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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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