By Jenae Richardson

Here I stand wondering where my St. Thomas has gone.

By Shiharu Yamashita

It’s difficult for me to cry when someone dies. When my role model took her own life, or even when my dog Hide died, I could not cry right away.

By Giovanna Veiga

“This is going to be the best time of your life, querida. I promise.” My mom jumps in, and I don’t wonder why she’s speaking English to me.

By Daisy Leepson

By Rachel Reeser

By Emily Diamond

By Kaylie R. Klotz

Today they will have the power to choose the game and make the rules. Today, they will get a ball.

By Rachel Reeser

I crossed the bridge a long time ago, took a road out of town, and never returned.

By Allie Kaylor

I crossed again to the other side of the street, bad memories haunting every step.

Poem by Mariya Volkova