I had a sewing pin that i hid in a nook in the carpet of my favorite library at school. It was always there when i came back. The pin was my friend, never left me, even when i wanted to leave it. It sunk into my skin without asking for permission, but loved me again. He saw it, the boy with the yellow hair, "i can see you" he said. The next day i came back to my best friend and it wasn't there, because the boy with the yellow hair took it and never gave it back.
