Bridget's Rose Petals

Penny

4 Petals

Penny and I were kinda off and on in our friendship. She'd get mad at me for no reason. Literally one day, the last thing we said to each other was "Bye have a good day." The next day she she would ignore me. But then we'd be cool again. Until one day.

We were in Health class and our teacher said get out a piece of paper and something to write with. She didn't have a pencil.

I didn't have a pencil either. But I had a pen. A very valuable pen. Not valuable in price, but valuable in my heart.

So I gave her the pen, just trying to be a good person. Because I knew I'd want someone to offer me a pen if I needed one.

So slowly, I let go of it and looked her dead in her eyes. And with the most serious voice I've ever spoke in, I said, "I'm really gonna need that back. For real."

She shot me a look that made it seem like she didn't care. But she then replied "OK. "

I knew she didn't understand the importance of my pen. But whatever, I'll just have to remember to get it back right?

Of course, as usual, I forgot. As soon as I sat down in my car I said, "Crap!" As loud as my throat and diaphragm would allow me.

My beloved pen, was probably gone for good. But I had to try right? So the next day, I go up to her, again in Health class. She pulls out a pencil.

I think to myself that she must've lost the pen because if she didn't, she'd have it out right? But anyway, full of hope, I ask for it.
Followed by a laugh she says, "What pen? " I swear I almost fainted. But I just walk away trying to cool off. I considered asking her again the next day and I did.

For the second, and last time I asked for my pen. This time, before I could even finish my sentence she calls for our other friend and asks a dumb question. A question that doesn't even make sense.

In fact, it made so little sense, our friend replied with "Are you high?" So you can imagine my confusion. She cut me off to show me she didn't want to talk to me.

Ok, I accepted this. She doesn't want to talk. We don't have to talk, at all.

So I went to her house, found the pen and tied her up. Knowing she didn't want to talk, I didn't want to upset her, so, using the skills I'd learned from Sharp, I sewed her mouth shut.

Yeah you may think you know what's next, but you don't. No, I didn't stab her with my pen. But I did write all over her body with it.

I steal pens. I have no feelings. I don't care about people. Give me your pens. I won't give them back.

This may all sound a little dumb but let me explain. That pen had belonged to my friend who died. He gave it to me once when I didn't have a pen.

He told me to keep it because the pen was special to him, just like me. So I kept it. It's really special to me, just like it was special to him.

I didn't kill her because she didn't know the importance of my pen. But she still deserved what she got. Now, she'll make sure to bring extra writing utensils to school everyday. She'll never have to borrow a pen ever again. So I say to dear, dear Penny:

You're welcome.