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Eloise Wendt
Published November 19, 2015
The white moving truck with faded blue letters pulls into the driveway behind us. I stare ahead at the one-story house that is now ours. Unbelievable. I look down, into my folded hands. The never-ending...
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Luke Brolsma
Published November 19, 2015
Memories… I am six years old. I am the hero of this story. Me and my friends are inseparable. For hours we play Star Wars. Some of us are Jedi, others Sith, and some Clones....
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Tatum Schutt
Published November 19, 2015
Ella wrapped her legs around the cold metal of the folding chair, held her résumé, headshot, and sheet music tightly, and clenched her teeth. She didn’t want the moms sitting in the back and the...
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Ayla Schultz
Published November 19, 2015
It was a cold Sunday morning in the fall. The trees were bare and looked like they needed a coat. The ocean water lapped up against the sand, liquid ice. Two boys played by...
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Montanna Harling, Illustrated by the author
Published August 23, 2015
The sun slanted through the trees, lighting the forest with a warm glow. The day was surprisingly warm, being the middle of autumn. I climbed a sun-warmed boulder and stopped to catch my breath, letting...
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Aiwen L. Desai, Illustrated by Christine Troll
Published August 23, 2015
Cali Marlin smiled in anticipation as she held her mare, Artemis, or Arty, as Cali liked to call her. Today was the day. Every year Cali, her brother, Finn, and their parents rode all over...
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Megan Little, Illustrated by Teah Laupapa
Published August 23, 2015
"Go back to China, slant eyes,” they would say. “Why won’t you just leave us alone, Tina?” In the beginning, I thought she could have just ignored them. But I didn’t understand what they were...
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Kika Kovaleski, Illustrated by Samira Glaeser-Khan
Published August 23, 2015
Yuki looked like a wild horse, galloping through the streets of the small, friendly town, her silky black hair flying through the wind. The glaring sun beamed down at her. “Japan bombed Pearl Harbor!” she...
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Jenna Fields, Illustrated by Frances Burnett-Stuart
Published August 23, 2015
I can remember as clearly as my own name, the sound of the rain pounding mercilessly away at the roof of my grandfather’s house and the howl of the wind outside the raindrop-painted windowpane. I...
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David Vapnek, Illustrated by Christian Miguel
Published August 23, 2015
If only I had told someone about the crack in my helmet, if only I had run around the defender, if only I didn’t play in the championship game, if only I did what I...