Splinter
I clutched her glittery pink butterfly pencil in my left pocket. She wrote with it every day; it’s her favorite. When she dropped it at recess, I knew it was finally my chance to talk to her; to be noble, and return it. I watched her turn the corner towards her 4th-period class. Now’s my chance! Rounding the corner, I bumped into the captain of the football team. Startled, he turned towards me mid-kiss. On the other side of his lips stood Macy, with a brand new butterfly pencil in hand. Engraved were the words, Will You Be My Girlfriend?
From Guest Contributor Molly Fay
Molly lives in Buffalo, NY. Currently, she is studying Psychology at SUNY Brockport. In her free time, she enjoys baking, taking long walks by the water, and listening to music.