100 Words: Best Friends
I watched them every day from my back-row desk. Two girls wearing gold necklaces, each carrying half a heart. Best friends.
When they fought, the blonde-haired one snatched the jewelry from her enemy. With great ceremony, she’d clasp the chain around my neck, smiling.
I shivered with joy, feeling love dangling precariously above the pulse of my throat. Best friends!
How crushed when I later saw them embracing in the hallway and she'd ask me to return the necklace.
Years later, I cherish my few friends. Other days, I’m reduced to a child, wishing someone considered me their Best Friend.
When they fought, the blonde-haired one snatched the jewelry from her enemy. With great ceremony, she’d clasp the chain around my neck, smiling.
I shivered with joy, feeling love dangling precariously above the pulse of my throat. Best friends!
How crushed when I later saw them embracing in the hallway and she'd ask me to return the necklace.
Years later, I cherish my few friends. Other days, I’m reduced to a child, wishing someone considered me their Best Friend.