By Anonymous

The point is I don’t remember.

By Andrew Crane

By Jenae Richardson

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

By Lilianna Smith

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 Allie Kaylor

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