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  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    Mr. McCart says I am a romantic. I hope I am not a hopeless one. He is my European history teacher and I did not like his class at first but it turns out he is a pretty good guy. I am not sure if I am a romantic but when I told him about my plans to jump off the roof outside his window, he seeme...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    "and a soft taco" 'Yes. That, and everything else on the menu.' 'Let me get the manager.' We all start laughing, and everyone seems strangely happy. I have only just arrived, but I am feeling very good today, and ordering one of everything off the menu at Taco Bell sounds like a very fu...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    which is nice, but high school mostly is still the same. So much, in fact, that sometimes when I think about how I still have two years to go, and really three, I get a headache and I just want to sit down and cry. So much that it is like having the same day over and over again, only the conver...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    is old and smells like food my American nose does not recognize. She notices our faces immediately and explains that she lives alone with her father and he is a very bad cook. What she really means, of course, is that he is a fine cook that makes food like they make in China. Robert and I have ...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    and I can never understand what she is saying. She is always asking me how to pronounce words and I tell her the wrong thing because it is annoying to listen to her struggle to pronounce a word with too many consonants. But it is fun to listen to her say 'potty toe' over and over again, memorizin...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    that never moves from this spot. The car with three flat tires, the one that will someday be Robert's car. Robert is always thinking about cars. I am only thinking about how if I tore the label off my root beer bottle it would look more like real beer. I have never had a beer but my friends l...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    which is new to me. In a mesquite tree, which is special because the leaves of a mesquite tree are soft green stems with a row of tiny leaves on either side. If you run your thumbnail down one of them, you can pull all the little leaves off in one clean motion, and your reward is a handful of c...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    And we are walking in the warm nighttime, and I am enjoying it very much, which is a nice change. There are four of us: me, Austin and Elliot, who are twins but very different twins, and Mike, who I met mostly by accident in PE, but is also Austin and Elliot?s friend. I am new in this group. Mi...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    Or I think I am happy, anyway, if that?s what this feeling is called. Spring is coming, and the grass is turning green again, and the trees are filling out, so it?s nice to sit under one and roll up your pantlegs and pretend like you are sitting in the shade because it is too hot to be sitting in t...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    I do. People are always acting like it makes me very special. Maybe if I explain it will not seem so special. When I was little, Mom was always putting me into new things. I was in gymnastics, which I was very good at because I am so small, but I hated it because people were always reminding me...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    when we pull into the driveway. I have never been in a real snowstorm before, but I am not very excited. The house is empty because the moving truck cannot get up the hill in the snow. It snows for three weeks, and I spend those three weeks wearing the same set of clothes, throwing a tennis bal...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    is a bad day to be crying. Today is a blur, and it only gets blurrier as it goes, like a watercolor dropped in the gutter. The water seeps slowly up the canvas, masking the picture in clouds as it goes, until there is nothing left but a framed mess of varying shades of brown. I slept in this ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    A Loss It wasn’t a loud affair. The way he had used the word “I” to start the conversation, and the tone he did it with, had told it all to her from the beginning. She was already prepared by the time he was making his point. She’s not even sure exactly what it is she ...
  • Opinion > Points of View
    Since before I can remember, I’ve spent every Sunday at the church with the old, Russian minister, the one who cuts hymns short if he doesn’t particularly like them, and writes a lesson plan on Saturdays so that he can be sure not to follow it. The one who, when he puts some words in an...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
    Napa slides by outside the smudges on the ­window. Classic farm country with the works: a tire swing, fields of grass swaying in waves, regal trees begging to be climbed, and a conservative-slant newspaper in every driveway. The music flowing from my headphones is soothing, encouraging reflection, ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Donnie’s fists were clenched. He glowered around at the circling crowd, now surreptitiously retreating upon realizing that a teacher was bound to chance upon their violent scene at any moment. Nobody met his desperately confused blue eyes. Eventually, he forced himself to pull his eyes back ont...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    Mr. Scarbrough, My last year or two of life has been a little bumpy. People expect a lot of different things from teenagers these days, and there are very few of those things that I am, or that I want to be. I mean only to communicate my thoughts, and I apologize if my emotion gets into this ...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
    'In a Gray World' I’ve heard a lot of strange things about my grandparents, but I’ve only ever been to visit them once—back when they lived in Spain. My grandpa was arrested the next day. My parents have never clearly told me their story from beginning to end, but I think I may have heard ...
  • Opinion > Points of View
    I’ve been sitting in this seat for almost a year now, back in the corner where Mr. McCart’s tired face covers the sponge written illegibly on the board every morning. My eyes have wandered out the window to see the colors on the tree just outside and the hills in the distance change color with t...

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