“The last page doesn’t necessarily mean the end.”
Right Now: I’m a high-schooler trying to figure out what comes next. I am a girl with a notebook, a violin and a pair of ballet shoes trying to understand the world.
Someday: I will be the girl I know I can be. I will learn to take risks. I will learn to be someone who can take control, and fly free.
Welcome to my World: I like to look at the sky. Clouds are cool. Imagination games rock. If you’ve never illegally climbed on construction sites while filming movies, you’re missing out on crucial parts of life. If there are no construction areas, climb a fire escape.
I have lots of wishes and lots of dreams for me and my life. I don’t know if any of them will come true, and that’s scary.Life isn’t just about surviving the storm any way you can. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
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Stories
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Through the Rain
It was raining. All the children flocking from the elementary school had umbrellas—red, blue, pink, duck print. All except one. She was refugee-skinny, with dark hair and huge blue eyes that seemed oblivious to the fact that she was being soaked to t...
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It's All White
White…it’s all white. That’s all I can think of, strangely. The sheets on the bed, the floors, the walls…all of it is white. The cover on the IV hooked up to my arm. The hospital gown I’m wearing. Or wait…no, I think that’s more green. Bu...
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Patchwork Quilt
The mirror tells the truth. All my life, I’ve been taught to lie. “Don’t tell anyone,” whispered into the dark, night after night. “Tell her you fell. You’re such a klutz, it’s not like anyone will doubt it.” Lies are like little patche...
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New Hope
The other kids at our public school call us the hippies, but we’re not like the flower children or anything. I mean, we dress a little different, like, I have my calico dress, and we all go barefoot, but that’s it. ‘Cept for the tepees. Rose ‘n...
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Finding Anna
She gave it to me for Christmas, so many years ago. When I look at it, sometimes I think that I can still see her, that maybe she is still there, inside that miniature world. Yeah, I think that’s her world. And even though I don’t see her, maybe sh...
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Not Fast Enough
One foot, other foot. Just pushing, pushing away from the pavement. Harder. Faster. Maybe, maybe if I shove hard enough against the gray concrete, I won’t be part of it anymore, and I’ll be able to fly. Maybe. One foot, other foot. Cars are speedin...
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Reflections
I can see myself reflected on all sides as I hold onto the barré, my leg extended straight out to the side, my toes pointed towards the window on the left side of the room. Over and over I see my face, my arms, my hands. All my life there’s been mir...
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The Tears Come
Running my fingers along the glossy black, I don’t let my mind work. No. I’m not going to think, not going to think about this. Because if I let my thoughts unfreeze, I’ll realize that all these people have left us for the world above the sky, an...
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Laura
When Laura thought about boyfriends, they were never her own. Her mother changed relationships the way most people changed clothes – regularly, but sometimes with more excitement than others. She refused to get to know any of them, knowing they w...
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Interception
The paper airplane nosedived right next to Laura’s desk. Ben. If you’re not Ben, either die in a hole or pass this to him. Well, with an opening like that, she had to read on. Liz lived in her building. She would show her the note after school....
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From Laura to Heidi
I really need to tell someone this. Laura looked down at the words that had just appeared on the page in front of her. What she had meant to write was, “The Revolutionary War started because the colonists wanted to have their own country.” ...
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L'étoile
Rester dans nos sacs de couchage qui la nuit d’été sur mon trampoline, j’ai promis qui indépendamment de vous êtes mon préféré copine. Cela vous êtes l’étoile la plus brillante dans le ciel. Je n’ai sais pas vous aviez ...
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Laura Wilson in 25 Years
My Life in 25 Years by Laura Wilson Well, for starters, I’m going to have a house. Not an apartment or a hotel room. It’ll be in a nice neighborhood, not really busy, but not out in Podunk Junction or anything either. It’ll have nice ...
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Pretending
She closed her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and made her breathing deep. In for three counts, then out for three. In three, out three. Surely no one would notice that she wasn’t really sleeping. She burrowed down further under the comforter, ...
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My Daddy's Moon
I remember I was small enough that my legs still dangled in the backseat of the car, only touching the floor at the tips of my toes. It had been a long day of driving and I was getting antsy. “See that moon, Maggie?” Dad pointed out the win...
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Desk #11: Laura Wilson
Laura settled herself into her desk and sank down in the chair, trying hard not to be seen. She casually flicked her hair across her face, hiding her startling green eyes, and scrunched her shoulders down into her baggy sweatshirt. Her gaze flickered b...
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Climbing the Fence
The worst part was the fence. Taller than any of us, and made of sharp wire, it enclosed the entire camp and cast a spindly shadow across everything. It made me feel like an animal. Caged in. We didn’t have to wear our stars anymore. This should ...
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Starving
She wrapped her arms around her ribcage, shivering. Her mother never kept the heater on unless it was at least negative 20 or 30 degrees outside, so she was always wrapped in layers upon layers of sweatshirts, sitting in her bed with piles of blankets ...
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Pretty Day
I felt like a princess. When you’re only eight years old, it doesn’t take much. Just putting on the white dress, the veil, and holding onto the rosary made me feel special before we even stepped into the church. The climax of my First Commu...
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If
I still have a picture of the girl I raped on my refrigerator. Warped, I know. It’s just one of those things, one of those things I think I’ll never let go. She was beautiful—at least I thought so, and I’ll never forgive myself for what I did. ...
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232 notice, but the Mississippi river sparkles at night. The moonlight bounces off the waves pulsing against the lock and dam, and breaks into a million pieces scattered across the water. That was the night we had finally decided to do it. We parked ne...
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Honk!
Her very first theatrical performance was unlike that of most young actresses her age. She had been six, and intoxicated by attention. Along with a group of neighborhood playmates, she carefully organized her performance. They put on their most eye-cat...
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Last Sights of America
The engine roars to life, and the flight attendant says in her chirpy voice, “Please fasten your seatbelts, everyone!” I have already done so, and my face is pressed up against the window, looking out at the people. “Thank you for flying American...
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Level 2
Now that I’m on Level 2, I’m allowed to eat in the cafeteria with the rest of the girls. It’s a sea of orange; it reminds me of the time our street was under construction and there were those awful day-glo orange cones everywhere. The...
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I Love This Girl
Heroes don’t always fly… I know a girl who is a warrior. Not many of us can claim that status…but this girl is a leader among warriors. Someone who knows what she wants out of life and will fight until she gets it. When I was a little...
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The Littlest Dancer
He was watching us intently. "And a one, and a two, lift those legs ladies, developé, bring it to a passé! Control, ladies, control!” His harsh voice bit into my thoughts, cut through the soothing melody of the violin. “Claire Dubois, are yo...
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That Girl
Her eyes, a deep glossy brown, have a certain look in them; wistful, yearning. What is it she wishes for, what is it that she is looking for and cannot find? If you must find it, you must look in a secret place, with but one key. If you must know her, ...
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Little Girl in Blue
Blue is the color of the sky on a day when clouds don’t cover the world, the color of the sky at recess. Blue is the color of the Catholic school uniform of the little girl on the playground, the one sliding down that new blue plastic slide. Blue is ...
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Confessions of a Liar
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned… Well, I cheated. On my history test. And when my teacher accused me – I lied. Oh, and I told everyone that Amy was doing it with Jason. Even though she’s not. So, yeah – I lied. But I had a g...
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Those Times
She had wanted to wear her long sleeved leotard that day, but it had been in the wash. This one just had thick straps keeping it on her slight frame as she danced, the tips of her toes bleeding ten little red dots onto her tights. The bruise was bluish...
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