Story: Pencil Shavings

That day, when I sat next to you, you fidgeted in your seat, ashamed to share your space with a girl like me. You didn't think I noticed when you rolled your eyes, looking exasperate, at the leggy birdbrain across the class. One look at my braces and glasses, and you trashed me...like your pencil … Continue reading Story: Pencil Shavings