Goodbye Butterfinger
Submitted by Kat R on 4/1/2010 7:03 PM
Only two minutes left and then I could enjoy my Butterfinger bar. It was my personal reward for having focused on my teacher's lecture in sociology. My mouth watered as I imagined the smooth chocolate melt on my tongue and the buttery crunch between my teeth. Joe looked at me with a smirk. I had told him in gym how boring I thought the class was and showed him my incentive. "One more minute," he mouthed. I nodded, then pulled my notes and book into my bag. On the bus I searched for the bar. Nothing! Where could it be? Just as the bus pulled away, I saw him. Chris held up my bar. Noooooooo!