By Lizzie Buehler, 17 Texas I think we were near Sacramento maybe, not in the city, but on one of those highways that runs straight for hundreds of miles—so straight that a person can go crazy from the monotony and the sky blurs into the ground. It was our 37th hour on the road. I [...]Full Story»
Poem by Raven Anne Poe, 13, Pennsylvania, with art by Jennifer Gonzalez, 13, Florida
The news hit me like a ton of bricks the day I heard that Wes was killed. I never actually wanted him to go and fight but he told me that it was something that he had to do. He never expected me to understand.
“Completely covered and concealed beneath a creamy veil, as if bashful in apprehension of your newfound attention. Hiding in horror, awaiting your debut as the cold frosting melts and seeps into your pores, still warm from the oven, the vault of your refuge. It was safe there. Dark, hot, invigorating, a life force from which you were strenuously thrust.”