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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I press my pen down on the application. Name, last, first, middle initial. “Haven, Jill M” I print neatly, in total concentration. Date of birth, dd/mm/yyyy. My favorite. I like to add t..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I don’t like school. It seems like a waste of time. I don’t do my homework either. I don’t mind that I am failing my classes, because I really doubt I will go to college. There is ..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I’m finally home. Man, I hate school. I pull my scraggly hair into a ponytail, and realize my hair is getting long… and very, very matted and messy. Who cares? I was in the princi..

Heartache (part one)

A Poem by B. Bishop

They now have vegetarian hot pockets for those of you that don't eat meat but would still like diarrhea

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

The hazy, think summer air is suffocating but blissful. I am outside, hanging on monkey bars, my sweaty palms from the summer heat making it so hard to hold on. I feel a finger slip. “Don..

I wake up, half lying off my bed. Sigh. Stretch. I look at the cook. 7:32, the clock screams in its neon red numbers. I slept for 151 minutes, I calculate quickly in my head. I just had a dream&hell..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

It’s Monday. School. The alarm screams at me, I’m officially late to class. Great. I think. I jiggle my locker, trying to get the stupid thing to open. Turn right, 28. Left and around, 3..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I’m officially mad at Ms. Poplar. She called me over at the start of class, again with one of those ominous pink slips, and said, “They need you in the office.” She offers me a ..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I’m home…schools finally over. My dad is home again. He looks so little and useless…he is moping around, watching Wheel of Fortune. The only nice thing was that he has gone to th..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

My fingers slide down the slick, wet plastic of the slide. I can feel my pants starting to get damp, but it’s a familiar feeling. The contrast of the bright red slide and my pale fingers pulli..

Polar Opposites

A Poem by Jacqueline

Menage a trois with an angel and demon

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I lift one eyelid, then the other and inch my limbs ever so slightly. I feel like I have been run over by a train. My head is dully aching and throbbing, my eye sockets tired, if that is possible. M..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I can’t skip school today. I really wish I could. It’s not like Dad cares, but I have to act like everything’s normal…at least for now. It’s second hour right now, a..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I hate Dr. Sandburg. When I got home today after school, I walked into our kitchen and noticed the phone was beeping. So of course I check the voicemail messages, and there is her slow, melodic vo..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

The next thing I know, we’re running. Running, and running, and running. I don’t even know where we’re going, but I just know that my left foot goes first, and then my right. My b..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I am sitting on a hard, plastic seat. All around me, nurses and doctors are rushing around, I see blurs of clipboards snapping on papers, patients being wheeled by, the sound of a beeping heart mo..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I am being jostled awake. I’m in the slide, and some foreign arm is shaking me, trying to get me to wake up. “Jill Haven?” the voice questions me, and I am still half-awake. I just..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

I look at myself in the full mirror. My face is pale, without makeup, like usual, and my eyes look empty and cold. I am wearing these uncomfortable clothes; this long, static-y fake velvet dress, a ..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

Once more, I am awoken. Why am I so tired? This time, I recognize where I am. The police station. We go in through a side down and down a few halls. Walking behind me is Bethany, although it seems l..

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A Chapter by Emily Atteberry

It’s morning. Last night I finally got home from the police station around four in the morning. We had to fill out some papers and stuff, I don’t really remember. It’s kind of a bl..

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