Homeschooled Teen is both a magazine and an online forum for girls 12 and

up. A place where girls can share their stories, poems, and thoughts. It's written by
homeschooled girls for homeschooled girls.

By Mandi S-K, age 13

So this month, the magazine came out late. :(

Sorry about that, hopefully it won't happen again.
I'm proud to give you all.... another fun filled issue of Homeschooled Teen!

On another note, here are the current stats on the forum:

Total members: 110
Total topics: 409
Total number of posts: 16,644

Yay!! That makes me happy ^_^

Anyways, here are the contents of this issue:

The interesting corner:

Panic! At the disco – a concert review by Nati. Our lovely Miss Nati –
first ever Homeschooled Teen Member of the Month – got the wonderful
opportunity to see the band Panic! At the disco live, and sent in a review
about it.

Trinnia's story – she sent in a few sentences about a broken hip.

Jokes:

Julia's jokes – Julia sent in several jokes that all go together ^.^

Debate club:

The debate is about video games. Are they a stupid waste of time or do
you see some sort of educational values in them?

Recipes:

Here's how to make a cool rainbow cake!

Stories:

Molly's untitled story – Molly sent in the first few chapters of a very well
written story.

Lily's story – She has been sending in a little bit of her story to every issue
of the magazine, so here is the newest part.

A day on the movie set – A story by Meaghan.

Pictures:

Kat's pictures – Kat sent in 3 photographs

Keavy's photo – Keavy sent in a photo of her ^_^

Julia's Homeschooled Teen drawing – Julia drew an awesome picture of

several of the members from the Homeschooled Teen forums. Nice job,
Julia!
Lily's computer art – Lily sent in a cool picture she drew on the computer

Julia's rat puppy – This is the cutest photograph ever!!

Alison's drawing – Alison drew a picture of a girl. Nice work!

Homeschooled Teen Helpline:

The all new Homeschooled Teen Helpline is run by Keavy. Three people
went to Keavy for advice.

Book review:

Artemis Fowl – A book review by Rachel.

An abundance of Katherine's – A book review by Nati.

That sums up the March/April issue, remember to check out the forums and
submit anything you'd like to the May/June issue!
June is when I first created the Homeschooled Teen forums, and the
July/August issue will be Homeschooled Teen's official one year
anniversary!

ANOTHER NOTE FOR YOU ALL – There is a new email address for the
magazine! Homeschooledteen@gmail.com
 Interesting articles, facts…anything interesting ;-)

Panic! At the Disco

The ever popular Nati – also known as “Natiness” - that we all know and love on the
forums got the opportunity to see Panic! At the disco.... LIVE. Here is the lovely review
she sent in ;)

On December 5th, 2006, in section 116,
row 24, seats 7 and 8, at the HP Pavillion…
nati and Meggie witnessed the most
fabulously, lavishly, KAPOWingly,
amazingly amazing, awesomely
awesome, outrageously, so-coolio-you-
wish-you-were-there-o------event! That's
right darlings…we went to go see
Panic! At the Disco, in person, onstage,
whatever you wish to call it….without you.
Dreadfully sorry to inform you of this
news…not really. We said that to sound
polite, cuz we roll mad deep yo…you
wish you did too, I know…
Anyways…so first there were the opening
acts, which were Jack's Mannequin and
Cobra Starship. Bloc Party (yes I spelled
that right) was originally supposed to play
instead of Cobra Starship, but Matt's (Bloc
Party's lead singer) lung collapsed. Nati
didn't mind, 'cause she lurves Cobra
Starship like peanut butter loves jelly…and
that's a heck of a lot. Nati was also really
really really hoping to see Tommy Lee,
because he sometimes plays the drums
for Jack's Mannequin…but he didn't that
time…and nati was a very sad emo
panda indeed…for a little while.
After the opening acts,
Panic! At the Disco waltzed onstage,
followed by clowns and their personal
harem of indecently dressed women.
Then we squealed our heads off. Now to
be honest, the sound quality wasn't the
best and was a little messed up for all the
bands [the HP Pavillion is not the best
place for a concert, mind you], but they
still sounded grrrrrreat! At one part we
liked, they alllll came onstage with drums,
and they got their drum drum drumming
on. Ryan Ross and someone of less
importance so I don't remember their
name at the moment [dodges angry fan
girl attacks] were doing their drumming
on trash cans…which I found artistically
amusing for some reason.
Later, Brendon (Urie Furie!) had this weird
urge to tell the audience about this
dream he had. In the dream, suddenly
the flowers had all withered away and
the clouds had turned black and were
looming over them…which he said, was
"a lot like marriage"…and led to their song
"I Write Sins Not Tragedies" [You've all seen
the video for that, right? So it makes
sense].
There were two screens…one on each
side of the stage, to provide view for
those less fortunate and with horrible
seats. Pretty much the only thing the
camera's showed was close ups on
Brendon and Ryan's makeup clad
faces…but what else do you need?
[Kidding…sort of.]
So after three hours of WHEEE's, KAPOWS
[I don't think I'm even going to explain
what the KAPOWS were about], and of
course, screaming…we were hoarse,
deaf, and TWITTERPATED.
Thank you's…well of course we want to
thank everyone in the world, just because
we can and we love them, but we should
be more specific, and thank the people
who actually had something to do with
the concert…so first of all, we'd like to
thank
Panic! At the Disco, for being so
AWESOME. We also thank the HP Pavillion
for hosting the concert, all the other fans,
especially the ones sitting next to nati…
groove on guys, nati loves you! Lastly we
want to give a big big bear hug thank
you to Margy and Dan, who drove us to
San Jose and back and still managed to
smile…WE LOVE YOU!!!

Trinnia sent this short letter in.

Hi my name is Alexx, and in 2003 I broke my hip the recovery very long and
wherever I went it was very difficult to get around,

The corners were too small; the handicap stalls were too small.

And at the same time my abusive father and caring mother were getting
divorced.

Life was difficult, but if at age 9 I made it you can too just keep thinking someone
somewhere has or had it worse.

So no matter how bad things get I know that I can make it.
Here's a series of jokes sent in by Julia C. Age 14!

*Q. How do you put a Giraffe in the refrigerator?*

/A. Open the door, put the giraffe in, close the door.

/*Q. How do you put an elephant in the refrigerator?

*/A. Open the door, take the giraffe out, put the elephant in, close the
door.

/*Q. There was a meeting for all the animals, but one didn't come. Which?
*/A. The elephant. It was in the refrigerator.

/*Q. How do you cross a river that is home to hundreds of ferocious

alligators?*
/A. Swim across. All the alligators are at the meeting.
 This month's debate is “Are video games just a stupid waste of time or do you see some
educational values in them?”

Julia C. Age 14 Gwen Ravinski, age 12

Video games have some educational value. In
most games, you need to make
money in some way, so that you are able to
"buy" stuff. So you learn
about saving money, instead of spending it all
at once. There are some
online games such as RuneScape that also help
you in social ways. My
brother has learned a lot about life from that
game. He has learned that
there are people who will cheat you, any
chance they get. He has learned
patience. He has learned how to save money,
and how to make money. Some
video games are very educational. But there are
some that are not.
Personally, I don't see the point of "Racing"
games. They seem to be all
about competition, and that teaches you to be
competitive (not a good
thing). Even though some video games are fun
and educational, kids
shouldn't be playing them all day.
Video games are just a dumb waste of time!!!
Kids should be reading or doing something
more productive then just sitting there playing
video games all day! Seriously! Then the next
thing they know they are adults and their
childhood was wasted in front of a television
screen!__-
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Next month's debate: Dating. At what age should kids start to date? Can it even be called “dating” when
you're only 13 and 14 years old? What are your views on this issue?
Rainbow Angel Cake
Sent in anonymously

Here's what you will need to make it:

• white cake batter divided into three bowls (you can make the batter from a store-bought cake mix
or from scratch)
• food coloring
• one can of vanilla frosting
• Bundt pan
• three bowls
• large spoon

Here's what you have to do:

1. Pre-heat your oven according to the cake recipe on the box of the cake mix.

2. Grease your Bundt pan.

3. Using 6-8 drops of food coloring, color each bowl of cake batter a different color. You could make one blue,
one yellow, and one red.

4. Pour the red batter into the bottom of the Bundt pan.

5. Then spoon the yellow batter on top of the red batter so that they don't mix.

6. Then spoon the blue on top of the yellow. Smooth out the blue batter, being very careful not to mix the
different layers together.

7. Bake the cake according to the directions.

8. Be sure to wear oven mitts so you don't burn yourself when you put the cake in and out of the oven.

9. Once the cake has cooled, cut it in half and set it on its side so that you have two rainbows.

10. You can color the vanilla frosting the same way you colored the cake batter.

11. Then frost the cake so it looks like a rainbow on the outside.

12. To see the rainbow on the inside, just slice the cake.
Molly submitted a story. Here's what she says about it:
“The story is untitled. I started writing it in January and finished 3 chapters in 3 nights. After
that I haven't written much until a few days ago. It has no significance to my everyday life. It
was a totally strange idea that came to me from nowhere.”
Chapter I
"Talia Necatsi. Necatsi? I don't know what it's
supposed to mean. My
mother probably made it up, she did things like that."
Talia was sitting at a bus stop, talking to the
homeless man who was
always there. She had made it a goal to reach out to
one person she
thought needed it a month. March was Randy. He had
a wife and two
little kids who moved to Texas to live with her family
when they lost
the house. The kids were named Randy Jr. and
Beatrice, and the wife
Marleen.
Randy lead a more or less respectable life. Not for a
"hobo" but for
anyone. Sure he didn't earn his money, and there were
the binges of
heavy drinking. But who could really blame him for
that? Besides Talia
knew all about drinking.
Talia had been having conversations with Randy for
almost a month,
when out of the blue he says he'd like to know
something about her.
Talia wasn't big on talking about her past but she didn't
see what harm
talking to Randy would do. Besides it was pretty near
unavoidable, she
saw him every Sunday through Wednesday, waiting for
the bus.
"I work for the accounting firm down on Third street."
"Then why are you always here? That bus isn't going
to take you to
Third." Randy asked. His voice was scruffy, tested by
age and the
elements.
"My shrink is up this way." Talia answered
hesitantly. Her voice
lacked the character Randy's had. It was high and
damp from underuse,
and tended to crack at the worst possible moment.
"Ah, so you ain't perfect either?"
Talia strained to try to achieve a care-free giggle, but
it came out
throaty and nasle, and sounded more like she'd just
swallowed a pig.
"Never said I was." She said trying to remain a state of
peace and calm.
"You got kids?" Randy started picking at the freckles
on his tough
dark skin, his eyes still twinkling up at her. Talia loved
his eyes
more than anything about him. They were a sweet,
dark blue-green that
faded to hazel right at the center. And they shined
more than anything.
At times she would find herself staring at them,
entranced, and telling
Randy anything he asked. He seemed to have that
power over her because
she pittied him, and hated herself for it. So always felt
like she
ought to be apologizing for something.
"No," she said softly watching the sunlight dance in
his eyes, now
fastened to one freckle on his right leg.
"A man?"
 "Yeah." She said apologetically, patting the thick,
matted, black hair
on his head.
Randy straightened up on his perch at the edge of
the curb, his legs
huddled beneath him. "That's not what I meant, and
you know it." His
back was completely vertical, now. His beard, sort of
shaking in
embarrassment. Casting his eyes right into her. His
face was stern but
she knew he wasn't mad, and smiled at him.
Then the bus came. Talia smiled. They had finally
gotten rid of all
that graffiti. Today was seeming to turn into a good
day. Talia waved
at Randy and walked up the steps.
The New York bus smelled like old cheese and dog
urine. But it almost
always smelled like that. Today, however, there was a
new smell. A
smell that made Talia cringe and she didn't know why.
It was heavy
perfume that seemed oddly, scarily familiar to Talia.
She stood there thinking for a minute, she decided
she would rather
not know what the smell was. She picked the frontmost
unoccupied seat.
Concentrating on that smell, memorizing it. What is
that? It didn't
make sense. The only person she knew who ever wore
perfume was her
mother.
Her mother.
Talia froze, then let out a silent scream and slammed
her hand down on
her seat. Her mother was in the back of this bus. Talia
remembered once
when her mother decided to teach her to make
perfume. She put things in
a big pot and stirred it. Talia couldn't manage it, and
she ended up
with a bruise on the back of her neck.
Talia rubbed the back of her neck at the thought. It
was gone, it had
been gone for years and years.
Once her mother had said "Never buy perfume. It's
overpriced, and not
strong enough." There was no doubt her mother was
here.
Talia found herself reaching upward for the pull-
string, all she
wanted to do at this moment was run. She brought her
arm down. She
didn't have time to wait for another bus, and if there
was one person
Talia needed at this moment it was her therapist. Or
Norbert.
She had met Norbert after drinking for a few hours.
She was coming out
of the bar, too groggy to walk. She fell down the few
stairs leading
down to the outside world, and hit the pavement, face
first. Norbert
saw her fall, and called an ambulance. He followed her
to the emergency
room because she didn't seem to have anyone else.
Talia woke to be told she had suffered a mild
concussion, and
shouldn't do much for the next few days. The fall had
also caused a
broken nose, a deep cut on her forehead and two
broken bones in her
right hand.
Norbert told her what had happened, and Talia
drowsy and using not the
best judgement asked him out on the spot. He must
have really felt bad
for her at that moment, because her accepted.
That wasn't the only time Norbert had saved her life.
The next time
her caught her hideously drunk he began dragging her
to all kinds of AA
meetings, and therapy sessions, anything he could
think of that might
help. He was the most wonderful person Talia had ever
met.
This was her stop. Sweet relief. She climbed out of
the bus
triumphantly. Counting each step down as another
victory. She began
walking the half mile from the bus stop to her
therapist's office.
The smell followed her. Did it rub off on her?
She brought her arm to her nose and whiffed as
discretely as she
could. It smelled like Talia. Was she being follow? Why
was her mother
even in New York? What business did she have mean... You
coming this way? can come if you want."
Talia felt the great temptation to look and be sure. Norbert opened the door and met her lips with a hello
But if there was kiss.
any hope her mother didn't notice her and she looked, Talia was a tall woman, which she always assumed
all hope would be she had gotten from
gone. Then she contemplated running for the hills. That her father. She had never met him, so it would be
made more impossible to know,
sense. Her mother was never as fast as her. But if she but her mother wasn't tall. She wasn't short either, not
missed this really special
appointment she would have to endure three days of in any way Talia could think of. Norbert was a little
terror before she below average
could come in again. Talia wasn't sure she could hight for a 32 year old man. He was something like half
handle that. She kept an inch shorter
watching. than her.
The second Talia saw the building she sped up to her Talia stroked Norbert's pale, freckled cheek and
top speed-walk. kissed him again.
She darted in, and ran for the elevator. Pushing the "3" "What is it you need to figure out, anyway?"
rapidly she "Oh, it's nothing." Talia replied blithely "I'll tell you all
saw her mother walk up to the front desk. One of the about it
most terrifying later." She took his arm marching them back through
sights Talia had ever seen. Through the closing the door and up to
elevator doors she saw the front desk. The receptionist gave a welcoming
the receptionist bend down and get something. What smile, and chimed
was it? "Can I help you?"
"Yes," Talia said authoritatively "A woman came in
Chapter II here and hour and a
half ago. She had a big hat, and really heavy perfume.
An hour and a half, and many tears later Talia Could you tell
thought is best to take me what she asked you about?"
the stairs down. She was feeling much better, but didn't "I'm sorry miss, but I can't." She seemed genuinely
want to take sorry, but she was
any chances. She opened the door to the lobby and supposed to feel what the client wanted her to feel, so
poked her, still tear you could never
stained face out. Her mother was nowhere in sight. really tell.
Talia couldn't stop the sigh of relief from erupting "Well I think it may have been about me."
from her. The The woman looked her up and down, trying to decide
receptionist turned toward her. She quickly walked to how to handle this.
the door and She paused. "Your name?"
peeked through the window. She saw Norbert stairing "Talia Necatsi." Talia said relieved. She looked up at
out his car window Norbert, then
back at her. She opened the door and walked over to back at the receptionist. She had told her something.
him. No one makes a
"I'll only be a minute." She told him "I have to figure face like that for no reason, not even receptionists.
something out." "What did you
"You want me to come with you?" give her?"
She almost didn't hear him, she was busy tracing his "Your general information: Phone number, home
jaw-line with her address, marital
eyes. He has a sexy jaw. "What? Oh... No, I'll be fine. I status." She looked concerned.
 "What? Aren't there rules? You can't just--" Talia's
voice was getting
shrill, she didn't know how to handle this. Her mother
could come by
her house at any time. Norbert put his hand on her hip
and kissed the
side of her forehead.
"She-- Her name matched yours-- She had
identification. She had been
paying for your sessions. It all seemed harmless." The
receptionist
looked so close to tears. She was probably new and
didn't really know
how everything worked yet. "I didn't tell her anything
you've been
talking to Susan about. I don't know it."
"She's never paid for--" then she remembered. Her
first credit card.
She had got it at age 17. Registered it under her
mother's name. Talia
pushed the thought out of her mind. She couldn't count
how many cuts
and bruises she got over that thing. Talia forced her
voice back to a
calm tone. "Did you tell her where I work?"
"No."
"Good." At least one place was safe. Talia couldn't
afford to miss
work. Both Norbert and herself were slipping more and
more into debt.
She didn't hadn't paid off all of her college debts. It had
been two
years since she left. But those years were mostly filled
will buying
and consuming alcohol. "Well. Thank you."
Here is the continuation of the story that Lily C. Age 15 has had published in the past
2 issues – please refer to the past issues to see the beginning of the story.
She put her hand in her pocket,
unconsciously running her finger over the
page he had written on; running it over the
phone number and the small words that read
"I remember."
Talia stood there thinking. If this had happened a few
months ago she
would have gone straight home and slit open both of
her wrists, or
swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. But she couldn't do
that, she
refused to, she didn't even want to. She had Norbert,
now, and she
wouldn't let him be sad over her.
Talia climbed into the passenger seat of Norbert's
car, and slumped
down as far as she could. Norbert looked at her for a
minute. "You mom?"
"Yes."
"It's ok, baby. I'll be here with you every second."
Talia was beginning to form a plan. She would sleep
as close to
Norbert, when she wakes up she will follow him where
ever he goes. They
will eat and do any morning activities necessary.
Norbert will drive
her to work half an hour early so he has time to go to
work, as well.
He will pick her up and take her to go see Susan.
Susan will know just
what to do. If she doesn't... "Norbert, you can protect
me, right?"
"Talia, don't you fret, everything is going to turn out
fine." Norbert
drew out the word "everything" and his voice quivered
a little. What if
everything wasn't fine?
Something had to be done. But now they just had to
drive.
When she arrived back at her house, she
rushed straight to the telephone in the
kitchen, not even bothering to take off her
shoes. somehow, she knew that the boy
would be on the other end already, waiting
for her to call. Yanking her heavy outer
clothes off and collapsing into one of the
small kitchen's ladderback chairs, she
punched in his number. She realized that her
hands were shaking; and wondered for the
hundredth time if she were simply having
some weird nervous breakdown. She could
feel her heart racing, and was glad that no
one was home to hear her voice break when
she had to say hello again. The dial tone
stopped; there was a small click in the ear
piece. Her mouth was so dry that she almost
couldn't speak. She considered hanging the
phone up right then and there. "Hello" She
almost whispered.
"Why did you insist on calling me." She
recognized the voice; it was the right person.
His voice was as flat and expressionless on
the phone as it was in person, she thought.
"It wasn't that I didn't remember you, you
know," he said slowly, after a long pause full
of phone static. "I just wanted to make sure
that you remembered me for real."
the girl's heart almost stopped. She licked her
lips and began fiddling with the buttons of
her shirt nervously. "Well...actually...I called
you because...I'm not quite sure...that I do
remember you," she said, blushing. no one
can actually see me. I don't have to be
embarrassed, she scolded herself, rubbing her
face furiously. "I mean, it isn't that I don't
remember you...quite...I mean --"
click. The dial tone was back. He had hung
up on her. She sighed. How was she going to
find out the answers to all this if he wouldn't
talk to her? The truth was, she didn't know
why she remembered this boy. She had just
been walking down the street and suddenly
felt that she had something she needed to tell
him, or ask him...but she didn't know what.
she had been hoping that he would be able to
tell her, but now he had hung up on her. This
is crazy. I probably was daydreaming and
imagined that I had something to ask him. She
got up and put the phone back on the wall.
I'm just going to forget all this. But it was late
that night, as she lay tossing and turning and
unable to sleep, that she realized that she was
completely unable to forget that boy and
whatever it was that she couldn't remember
how to say.

A Day on a Movie Set

By Meaghan S. Age 12.

Two summers ago, I got the chance of a lifetime. And, if you keep reading this after that awful
introduction, you'll find out what my 'chance of a lifetime' was.

I had just pulled up to a 4-H meeting, or rather, my mom had. And I got out, and saw this guy talking
to my 4-H leader, Laura. Everyone who was at the meeting already seemed all anxious/excited, like
we normally are at rabbit shows and such. Speaking of which, I had just won another rabbit at a raffle
at a show. I was a bit over burdened with rabbits. It wasn't fun.

Laura beckons me over to this picnic table she's got set up for rabbit grooming, introduces me to the
guy she was talking to, Noah. He was the 'Master Prop Organizer' or something like that, he was in
charge of finding a large, live, white rabbit to mach the large, white, dead rabbit he already had for his
movie.

He had come to Laura, and all the rabbit breeders in the state, asking them for use of their rabbits, if
any fit the part. Somehow, he had been having problems finding a rabbit that fit, so when he asked
Laura, she thought of my rabbit, Ruby, who was large, white and very alive. It just so happened that
he had come on a Thursday afternoon, barely before the start of our 4-H meeting.

Noah took pictures of my rabbit, and talked to my mom, who was supposed to have been gone by
then. They exchanged phone numbers, he left, my mom left (not together, mind you), and we
continued our meeting in anxious anticipation.

A few days later, we got a call, telling us Ruby had indeed gotten the part, giving us directions to the
set, and the date and time we would be needed. This date and time changed several times, we got
there, pleasantly surprised to have a fair amount of air conditioned trailer space, though we had to
share it with the makeup artist for the movie.

Surprisingly, there were large amounts of junk food present on the set. That's actually a bit of an
understatement; there were obscene amounts of junk food on set. An entire trailer was devoted to its
use. Picture a carnival, now picture the games where you have to break something, throw something,
or pop something. There are loads of prizes pinned up against the wall. That's exactly what this
looked like, only the 'shooting wall' was a refrigerator, and the prizes were fatty and edible.

Much of our time was spent waiting, either in tents or our trailer. We met the actor who's character
was my rabbit's "owner", and at the time, we had no idea who he was. If it had been a year later, and I
had been more in tune with Disney Channel, I may have been a bit more shocked to be meeting him.
Though many people do not know who he is, they know where he's been. Since he was featured as the
leading role in the Disney flick, Sky High. Michael Angarano was his name.

At that time, however, all we knew of him was his name, and we had to ask the rest of the cast and
crew what he had been in, so as not to come off completely ignorant of his film career.

After meeting him, we all walked up (Michael, my sister, my mom and I) to the set for our particular
scene. Where we "blocked" the scene, which is a fancy way of saying rehearse the scene before actually
taping it. After that, we spent about an hour and a half waiting under a tent, then we walked back up
to our trailer, to take a break, before we were called back down to shoot the scene.

It took about seven takes to get it right. I wasn't allowed to stay on set for the first five, so between
takes I was called to run up and down a hill, separating the set from the "observation area". After the
fifth take, I was called up the hill; to stay they're as a permanent resident, for the next to takes. I did
meet the other main (male) cast members. Which included Francis Capra, best known for his Disney
debut in the movie Kazaam, though he's considerably taller, better teeth and a few tattoos; Tom Guiry
(though he introduced himself as Tommy), who was in the movie Mystic River, as well as the Sandlot,
the very old version; and, of course, Michael Angarano.

Pictures were taken, words were exchanged, and all together, it was a night I'll not easily forget.
Got a photo? Got a drawing?

The following three pictures were sent in by Kat, age 14:

Here's a picture sent in by Keavy M. Age 14:
"This is a drawing I did of some of our popular forum members! I’m sorry if you aren’t on here, I’m
thinking of doing another one next month, with different members. (The problem is I don’t know a lot
of you, and I don’t know your personality, so I’m not sure how to draw you.)"
~Julia C
Age 14

1. Mandi (Admin)
2. Alana (LeafNinja)
3. Nati (Nati)
4. Kat (Kat-The Wanna-be Ninga Neko)
 5. Julia (Raizamin)
6. Molly (XenCen)
7. Meaghan (Scholar_chic)
8. Lily (Yuri-kun)
9. Angel (blueangel)
10. Emily (emilypotter)
11. Keavy (Javaa)
12. (Dobby_knits)
13. Rebecca (rebeccaweasley)

Here is a picture sent in by Lily C. Age 15:

Here is a picture of some of Julia's rat puppies!

Aren't they sweet??

Here is a drawing sent in by Alison, age 12.
The newest edition to Homeschooled Teen, the Homeschooled Teen helpline is run by Keavy –
who is also known as "Javaa" on the forums. Got any problems? Keavy can help you out!
As of now, send all of your questions to Keavy to the normal Homeschooled Teen email
address – homeschooledteen@gmail.com. They will be forwarded to her email address. Like
she states on the message board, though, she says "I'll be creating a new account that
everyone on HST can access with personal messages which will make it even more private to
send your letters.. "

Dear Keavy,
I really need to lose weight, I've been gaining Dear Sibling,
so much weight since the new year..I have no Thats a tough situation to be in, and I don't think
idea what I should do about it. many siblings
Overeater Anonymous haven't experienced it. Its hard to know what to
do or even what to
Dear Anonymous, say while your upset sister goes through a rough
You have the same problem that millions of patch. One of the
other easiest things to do is to stay out of their way.
Americans, which you've already addressed is Every teen needs
over eating. Trust me, I privacy, especially in this stage, where she may
know exactly what its like, because I do it be going through
too..However, there are a hormonal changes that may give her mood
few plans, tips and tricks than can really help swings.
you lose the weight If you just want to help her out, then be kind to
and keep it off..First, I would suggest taking out her-if she fights,
an exercise or don't fight back..
diet/health book out from the library. If you would Good Luck-Keavy
prefer, an
excellent health magazine is Prevention, which Dear Keavy,
is chock full of diet I really want to take a dance class in the city
tips, easy meals with low fat and tons of easy but my parents can't afford it right now. I'm dying
workouts in each issue. to do it, but I
If you'd rather try out a diet, there are plenty of just don't know how to get the money. Can you
them out there, help?
but the most trusted name would be Weight Payless
Watchers. I tried it myself,
and it does work-but you need to keep at it! All Dear Payless,
the best-Keavy Getting a job as a teen is getting harder than it
used to be, but
Dear Keavy, there are still places out there that will hire you.
Lately my sister has been really upset and Try to get a
depressed. I don't know simple job, maybe dog-walking or helping a
why, but I just want her to be okay and not sad neighbor clean their attic
anymore..Do you have or something that won't require a lot of driving for
any advice? your parents. I
Sad Sibling hope you can get to the class!-Keavy
 Artemis Fowl
By Rachel, age 12.
One of my all time favorite books is Artemis Fowl. It
is one of the lesser-known books but that doesn’t
make any less good. Artemis is a genius, a
millionaire, and he is just twelve years old. The
trouble starts when he tries to steal from the fairy
people. He kidnaps Captain Holly Short of the
An Abundance of Katherine’s
By Nati A. Age 15
I read the book An Abundance of Katherine’s, by
John Green, who is now one of my favorite authors,
which is saying a lot, seeing as how I’m so picky
when it comes to books (Seriously…so…WOAH).
Colin Singleton is a washed up child prodigy. He
loves anagrams, and can anagram almost any word
in the dictionary. He also loves girls named
Katherine. Not spelled with a C or a Y…K-A-T-H-E-R-I-
N-E. But when it comes to Katherine’s, Colin has the
bad luck of always getting dumped by them….
nineteen times, to be exact….by Katherine the 5th
who that thought boys were gross. Katherine the
10th just wanted to be friends. Katherine the 18th
dumped him in an e-mail, and Katherine the 19th
broke his heart on the day of the their high school
graduation.
Tired of watching him mope around, his best friend,
Hassan, a lazy, Judge Judy loving Arabic, decides
that him and Colin are going on a road trip. With no
destination in mind, they find their way to Gutshot,
LEPrecon and holds her for ransom. But these
aren’t your bedtime story fairies. These fairies are
armed and they’re dangerous. I promise that after
you get through the first chapter it gets better.
There are five books in the series so far they are:
Artemis Fowl, The Arctic Incident, The Eternity Code,
The Opal Deception, and The Lost Colony.
Tennessee, when they see a sign telling them they
can see the dead Austro-Hungarian Archduke…
which is what they go do. Afterwards, when the
locals find out that Colin and Hassan have no place
to go, they persuade them to stay, particularly
Lindsey Lee Wells and her mother, Hollis. Colin and
Hassan decide to accept their offer and stay in their
home. Hollis owns a factory in Gutshot that makes
something I probably shouldn’t say, and she gives
them temporary jobs and pays them well.
All his life, Colin has wanted to have his very own
EUREKA moment. When he makes his own amazing
discovery that people will remember. While in
Gutshot, he comes up with an idea of how to make
a mathematical formula that will predict the end
results of any relationship, and he uses the
nineteen Katherine’s that dumped him to test it.
Even with math being one of his weaker subjects,
Colin works hard on the formula, and refuses to give
up.
I was thinking it would have a predictable ending,
but it didn’t, which I really liked. Some things turned
out much more differently than I expected, which
made reading it all the more fun.
To submit articles to Homeschooled Teen, send your work to homeschooledteen@gmail.com.
Yes, there is a new email address for the magazine! PLEASE BE SURE YOU INCLUDE YOUR
FIRST NAME AND YOUR AGE WHEN YOU SEND IT!!!

Here are things you can submit to the magazine:

• Fiction stories (Make sure all stories are under 15 pages)

• Real life stories (things that happened to you)
• Articles
• Drawings
• Jokes
• Riddles
• Debate club: whatever your view on the month’s subject is
• Recipes
• Movie reviews
• Book reviews
• Crafts
• Any problems you have to Keavy's Homeschooled Teen Helpline.
• Photographs
• Anything to do with being homeschooled
• Beauty advice, girl stuff, etc
• Most embarrassing moments
• And anything else you'd like to share!

The next issue will be coming out on May 1st, so please get all of your
articles in by then!