Charlie glanced uneasily at Ashley. The two had become quite close over the past few weeks now, enough so that Charlie could tell something was really wrong. Ashley was quiet. Well, quieter than usual.
So Charlie did the logical thing any good friend would do for a friend in need.
"Want some fries?"
The school's fries were surprisingly good. Rumors were that the lunch ladies used them as chips in poker games, or that they were somehow poisoned to taste good, but were actually deadly. Either way, they were the most savored part of school lunches.
"Sure." Ashley mumbled, picking out a big one and munching slowly on it.
Now Charlie did the right thing that she should've done earlier.
"Want some ketchup?"
"Sure." Ashley repeated, dipping her half eaten fry in the small cup of ketchup.
This process repeated over and over until Charlie finally gave in.
"All right. Tell me. What's wrong?"
Charlie was running out of fries.
Ashley stopped, hovering a fry above the ketchup. Charlie snatched it up and ate it.
"Speak. Now."
After another pause, Ashley spit it out. "My poem. It's been stolen."
Charlie, in turn, spit out her fry.
"What?"
"I went onto Wattpad, hit publish, and I received an email saying that I was breaking a copyright law."
Charlie thought for a second. "Let me see it."
Ashley frowned. "Why?"
"Can I come over after school?"
"Su-"
"See you there!" Charlie got up and dashed out of the lunchroom.
"See you there." Ashley said, miserable.
YOU ARE READING
Her Words
Short StoryTeen writer Ashley Burke is a quiet girl in her home city The Big Apple. Because of her shyness, Ashley keeps most of her things to herself, including her writing. So when Ashley is finally ready to come out with her best work, she looks on Wattpad...
