“Amanda’s Colors” By: Sidney Kidd
In the spring, Amanda colored her emotions with a standard 8-pack of Crayola Crayons. Her flowers were cheerful yellow and her sun cast a glowing caress of oran...
Tag: adolescents
“The Last Like” By: Tiara DeGuzman
1. From what I knew of her, Jenny was an art kid. She was known for her small eccentricities—paint dotted hands, glittery overalls. Her hair was big, curly brow...
“How to Be a Respectable Rebel” By: Kelly Charlton
Sit up straight in the cheap metal fold out chair in front of the principal’s desk. Hold your chin to your chest, fold your hands in your lap, and lift your wat...
“Metro Beach” By: Yong Takahashi
I hold my breath as my mother holds me under the water. This is not the first time we have visited Metro Beach. While other people come here to enjoy the beauti...
“I Never Went to that Lacrosse Game” By: CLS Ferguson
We stood at the top of those stairs; the ones that led from the major street below, steeply up the hill to the Souplantation parking lot. The stairs where I had...