By Guest Writer Ashli Roussel

“You are a liar.”

Although I would normally never encourage anyone to speak these words, there is an exception to that rule when it comes to one thing: an eating disorder. (more…)

By iBeGat Writer Blake Moon

The world turns. Planets, moons, and stars rush by me as I stay fixed to this one place.

Those who would know me, those who would be my ally, those who would call me by name, lose their chance as they only give me a fleeting glance.

I call to them, but they do not answer.

I block their path, and I am run over.

I grab them, force them to face me, but, like dust, they are ripped from my fingers.

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by iBeGat writer Aimee Lynch

“So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.” (1 John 3:16 ESV)

Every girl wants a valentine—someone who will love her with that special love she knows must be out there somewhere. Teenage drama centers on the constant search for the perfect person, but disappointment prevails when that person doesn’t turn out to be who we thought they were. Could it be that this desire for “perfect love” was planted there by God so that he himself could fill it? (read more at iBeGat.com)

Reviewed by: iBeGat writer Kayla R. Woodhouse

The story—Eighteen-year-old Cori signs up to help build a church on an island in Indonesia. She joins five other teens, expecting this to be an escape from her love life back home.

Six weeks into the trip, after the church has been completed, trouble erupts on the nearby island, Ambon and soon sets foot on their island. Cori and her new friends, including the pastor’s son, Mani, head into the forest expecting to complete the church with one final touch—a cross.

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Note from Halee: I’ve read this book and I have to tell you, I agree with Kayla: it’s a great read. Gripping and a little exhausting, but so inspiring. Check it out!

By iBeGat Staff Writer Christine Wesselius

“If I brought a gun to school you’d be the first one I’d kill.” Seth leered at me from behind, sending a chill down my spine.

It was my first year in public school and to say I wasn’t exactly socially accepted would be an understatement. I was in fifth grade and already I had someone who wanted to kill me – great.

Fresh from private school and home schooling I had no idea how to handle such a threat. Much less my ruined notebooks or the insults, threats, and curses bled into my desk with permanent, black marker that showed up in the following weeks.

I didn’t know how to tell my parents that my glasses were broken because a boy had hit me or that the day before I’d found the body of a dead mouse in my desk with the message “you’re next” noosed around its neck on notebook paper.

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By iBeGat Staff Writer Christine Wesselius

I’ve screamed so long my lungs are hoarse, my fists have slammed against the wall so many times the skin is broken and bleeding streaks of red down my bedroom wall. No one’s home right now. And even worse—I can swear no one is listening. Even if someone was, they must not care about me because nothing is changing. No matter how many tears I weep in the night, no matter how low and broken I’ve become, all I hear is silence. All I feel is the emptiness from the world.

God has forgotten me.

Have you ever felt this way?

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