The Unmatched Hurt
Every summer in elementary school, I would go to “Grammy and Gramps Camp.” It was a magical two weeks of poking bugs, catching frogs, fishing,…
Author: Isabella Rhein
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There is a First Time for Everything
(All Names Changed) As an introverted tenth grader, I was happy with my small gatherings and sober lifestyle. I had grown close to a few…
Look at Me
People always look a few inches past my face. I have gotten used to the lack of eye contact. Most people don’t see me, but…
Blood Orange
There was an orange tree by my first house. The lot that it was on had been vacant the entire time I lived there. I…
The White Latina
“You don’t look Hispanic,” Greg is always this bold and that’s why I hang out with him. He tells it like it is even if…
I Dreamed a Nightmare Chapter 1
I placed my mug down as quietly as I could. The ceramic piece still made a predictable clang that made me shutter. Something about the…
The Apology
**** “There is blood on my closet carpet. It sits there soaked into the roots of the fibers. It sits there even with the smell…