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By Elizabeth Cooper I wake to the loud bang of gunfire. Jumping instinctively out of bed, ducking low across the hardwood floor. I peer slowly over the heating vent down to the street three stories below. The shooting seems to have stopped for now, I hear the rustling...
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By Tina Seward Larry Hartford hadn’t been in class for a week, he had a test in two days, and he needed someone’s notes, fast. He opened the door to Room 214, Dr. Charles Deffenbaugh’s Introduction to Archaeology class. No matter how early Larry came, the dark-haired...
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By K.M. Updike I stare at the picture of Flash and Mom, sitting outside by the mail box on our street. It’s spring time, and Mom’s lilac bushes are in bloom. I can smell their fragrance even from the black and white photograph. For moment I forget there’s a...
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By Michelle Chalkey Her stomach uneasy, Tess's nerves were in full force when she walked through the doors of University High School. The gut-wrenching feeling was still fresh from her first day at Woodland High just four months ago, but she hadn't been the only new...
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By Emily H. Jeffries Whenever I am sent, the angels say, “Would you like any help, Francis?” But if the angels come, I don’t get to know the animal as well as I’d like; and I never get to say goodbye. I suppose it’s because they are angels, and I am a man, but I do...
