Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.
Anna GodbersenTag: humor romance mothers hats behavior teen luxe freckles
If any accolades come in the writing of this story, all praise will be His, all Glory will rightly go to Him. If He will allow me to share some part in this, I am truly humbled.
Lynn DoveTag: life books inspiration christian teen
She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.
Cynthia VoigtTag: rape angst girl skin teen incest
She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.
Cynthia VoigtTag: writing freedom rape angst girl pen teen incest
Everything...affects everything
Jay AsherThis is one rule about mixing boys and girls: that a date always comes first.
Elizabeth BergTag: boys girls dating rules teens couples teen elizabeth-berg joy-school date datenight
I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?
Elizabeth BergTag: teenagers teens young call teen elizabeth-berg joy-school anonymous
If I were to draw on a paper what gym does for me, I would make one dot and then I would erase it.
Elizabeth BergTag: school exercise teenagers young teenager gym gym-class teen elizabeth-berg joy-school
Ah, well,ʺ said Abe, idly studying his fingertips. ʺI have it on good authority thereʹs going to be a new ‘gateʹ opening up soon over on the south side of the wall."
The truth dawned on me. ʺOh lord. Youʹre the one whoʹs been doling out C4.ʺ
ʺYou make it sound so easy,ʺ he said with a frown. ʺThat stuffʹs hard to get a hold of.
Tag: humor young-adult teen
The young of the town, preoccupied with their own germinating angst, which each possessed in varying degree (though few were ever fully aware of its existence), felt no particular connection to the land, its people, its structures, or its history. As such, they had no inclination to defend its invisible borders from declared enemies within or without. They desired only escape from this small village, which each viewed as an existential prison built upon the antiquated expectations of their parents and their parents’ parents. And because of their invisible bondage, the young of this town were possessed by a quiet rage. But this rage laid torpid and inert within them, dulled to sleep by the tired repetition of nothing happening over and over and over again, day after day after day.
This is the story of one of those young people, and the terrible things that happened to her, and the terrible things she did as a result.
Tag: angst teenagers small-town teen
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