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The Skirt This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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I will be the first to say that I am not materialistic. My friends label me as a goody-goody; my parents say I am conservative and modest when it comes to clothes. I don’t wear bikinis, and none of my skirts or shorts end above my knees. That is... (more »)
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The Pact This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.
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We sat around a wobbly, cast-iron table outside Starbucks around 9:30 one night the summer that I was 14. Emma, Karen, Cathy, and I had just been to a movie we had since decided was a waste of $4.50 and two hours of our lives. Cathy was... (more »)
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Home Alone This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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The sky was pitch black, the house was creaking, and I still had four hours until my parents got home. Locked in my parents’ room, I turned on the TV full blast so I wouldn’t hear the creaking house. I barely heard the phone ring. I picked... (more »)
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A Tough Lesson This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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It was the end of my junior year, the weekend before prom. I was riding around that night with some friends, and a bottle got passed around the car. Everyone was taking swigs. Then the bottle got to me. With it in my hand I thought, What will I... (more »)
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The Holes in My Heart This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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As a child in Cambodia, life was difficult. It went from bad to worse when my mother got sick. As usual, my father left us and went someplace else. I hardly ever saw him. I loved my ­father and maybe I still do. He wasn’t a nice man, though. He... (more »)
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Learning to Be a Lady This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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      The first time I dressed up as a woman was Halloween. Innocent enough, I suppose - costumes and whatnot. Some people dressed as ogres, the traditional witch, and, as always, multiple poorly imitated Frankensteins. I... (more »)
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Roller Coaster Ride This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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     We are lectured about peer pressure in mandatory health education class. We are told never to give in to it. “Just because everyone else is doing something does not make it a good idea,” they say. Yes, I... (more »)
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Learning Something New
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Learning something new was always scary as a child. You don't know what you're doing and you're so new to everything things become irritating that everyone else knows how to do it but you just can't get the hang of it. One of... (more »)
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My Mom's Story
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4 and a half years. 4 and a half years when my Mom was originally diagnosed. I could talk about this from an optimistic point of view where I sugar coat the whole story and make it sound like it wasn’t as bad as people may think. I... (more »)
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Piano This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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Start with the piano. In the corner of the living room. Nearly forgotten. Your mother, lightly dusting the piano, in her paint splattered pants and stained tshirt. Your mother grimacing as she attempts to preserve the peeling lacquer against... (more »)
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Monsters and Cranes
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My mother’s eyes dart back and forth anxiously, as if monsters lurked in the shadows, their claws ready to tear out our hair and press holes in our lungs. My own hairs rise as we walk through tall, overbearing doors with tiny plaster-... (more »)
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Laguna Hills
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There are few images more permanent in my mind than those of the clear summer nights I spent with them... My hands spread, two isolated buoys, plucking my reluctant arms from the water like a petal from its kin. The cool mountain air bit at... (more »)
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Cookie Cutter
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It's the week before Christmas and my grandma has me climb the paint chipped step ladder to bring down the ziplock bags full of Christmas cookie cutters. The smell of vanilla and my grandpa’s hair tonic melds beneath the pages of the... (more »)
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Letters
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The fractured letters sat on the inside of his lips, like residual lip balm when the weather is cold, burning. Others seemed to transcend the defective letters, passing his teeth barely singed, his ears pulling the vibrations towards them. When... (more »)
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Dumpster Diving
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I put on my black pants, black sweatshirt, rubber gloves and grabbed my backpack. I walked to my car, ready to take on the mission. I had to sit in the seat of the car for a few minutes to mentally prepare myself for the task ahead of me. I... (more »)
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I'll Go Back One Day
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I was born in India—but I’ve never been there. “Some day, I hope to go back,” I sighed, free-falling into the comforting embrace of my parents’ queen-sized mattress. As my body hit the sheets, I imagined the... (more »)
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