Paper Planes

"Then why did you give me the paper plane." I asked when he finally answered.

"Did you ever think maybe it was a symbol or a test?"

My eyes widened at this. What does he mean a symbol? "A symbol for what?" I almost screamed through the phone. I was really getting aggravated now.

"Ya see, I have this theory about life Adalyn. Paper is like life. It's tested by how much weight can be put on it, until it's fragile material collapses under the pressure. You are like a paper plane. I knew this. I thought you could handle the pressure. You have handled it well, but that doesn't mean I like you. It was a test. Which you passed." he said softly into the phone.

Highest Rank: #222 in Teen Fiction (12-24-14)