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Discovering Opportunities

by Ocyin Davis

Published January 10, 2016

Where I live, the seasons come and go as they please, along with the day and night. Everything has been...
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Fixing Delilah

By Sarah Ockler, Reviewed by Anna Vinitsky

Published January 10, 2016

Fixing Delilah, by Sarah Ockler; Little, Brown and Company: New York, 2010; $16.99 Sarah Ockler’s Fixing Delilah follows Delilah Hannaford...
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Missing

by Ruby Dietz

Published January 10, 2016

Little brothers are so annoying. Sure, you usually care about them when they’re hurt or crying or something like that....
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A Walk Down the Ocean

by Abby Lustig

Published January 10, 2016

My feet slapped against the wet sand, and waves lapped at my toes. White umbrellas blossomed like flowers all over...
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Discovering Opportunities

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Ocyin Davis

Where I live, the seasons come and go as they please, along with the day and night. Everything has been the same for as long as I can remember. The daily routine of waking up, brushing my teeth, and g...
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Fixing Delilah

Review Published January 10, 2016 By Sarah Ockler, Reviewed by Anna Vinitsky

Fixing Delilah, by Sarah Ockler; Little, Brown and Company: New York, 2010; $16.99 Sarah Ockler’s Fixing Delilah follows Delilah Hannaford (a sixteen-year-old girl) as she discovers her family’s s...
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Missing

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Ruby Dietz

Little brothers are so annoying. Sure, you usually care about them when they’re hurt or crying or something like that. But in my opinion, they’re just crazy little things that claim to be related ...
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A Walk Down the Ocean

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Abby Lustig

My feet slapped against the wet sand, and waves lapped at my toes. White umbrellas blossomed like flowers all over the beach, teetering and threatening to fall down in the salty ocean breeze.
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