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Archived Stories

Angel on the Orange Line, By Kara B.

Ascending, By Kara B.

Changes, By Alex D.

Depression, By Emma Joe S.

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By Ernie, Age 13  

Kids, especially during their teenage years, go through struggles. These struggles can go on for days, weeks, months and even years. As for me, I have had constant struggles throughout the entire millennium so far, and they have not ceased. My struggles have been tough, but have ultimately made me a better person, and have helped me decide what kind of adult I will be in the future.

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By Lauren

If you have ever wondered about your significance to mankind, the environment, or the universe, you may understand the thoughts that run wild through my mind and the feeling of fragility of human life. To begin, let me explain how these thoughts were framed. My religion, or my hope in a greater being, was questioned last year, due to my over curiosity in the world around me. How, I decided, could I believe in a “Holy Ghost” if I was comforted as a child with the idea that spirits did not exist. I feared the persecution and everlasting pain of the cautioned hell.

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By Emma Joe S., Age 13

Depression is something that I go through a lot and it mostly caused by school and my friends. Most of the time, I feel like just ending the pain I’ve been going through. I’ve done so much for these people and they treat me like dirt, it hurts. Sometimes I wonder if I was home-schooled maybe I’d be happier. There are so many times a day I look at everything around me and wonder is it all worth it?

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By Anonymous, Age 19

Journal Excerpts:

8/10/05: How do I keep going, how do I just keep walking through the pain? It really hurts, deep, deep down no matter what; I just want to crawl out of my own skin

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By Rayne F.

On the South Side of Chicago, the Youngers do dwell
Being a black, poor family, not everything’s swell.
However, they each have a wish and a dream
All have high hopes, or so it does seem.

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By Kara B., Age 17

The automatic doors to the crowded subway car slid open, and I was pushed out into the station by the wave of people behind me. I hoisted my bag higher onto my left shoulder and blinked twice to adjust my eyes to the dim lights of the underground.

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By Kara B., Age 17

As I grow, I plateau.
Stranded on this vast expanse of monotony
I see;
The craggy cliffs of circumstance
I’ve stumbled up to get me here.
But looking back there makes me dizzy;
Oh, haven’t I ever heard?
It’s not prudent to look downward!
Now turn my face to the trail ahead—
The rocks are rough and incline, steep.
Make my way up to the sharp ascent
And pray someday to reach my peak.

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By Catilyn B., Age 13

The experience that has changed my life the most was when my mother died. I was nine and I was devastated when I found out. The weekend before was one spent at my cousins’ with my little brother.

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By Anonymous, Age 17

I never could beat Brandon in Nintendo track and field. It seemed no matter how hard I ran in place on that old Nintendo power pad, I lost in the end. Whether it was the long jump, the hurdles, or the 100 meter dash, the results were always the same. I lost and Brandon won. Brandon was better than me in all aspects of the game, but even more so, he was knowledgeable in the aspects of life. I guess that is why I admire him. I guess that is why he is my role model.

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