Sora

The end of school was approaching. Bonnie sat there nervously, holding something in her hands. When her eyes met yours, she seemed even more uneasy, as if she was asking for help. She quietly took out a somewhat inappropriate pink bag, filled with cookies, each carefully engraved with the name of every classmate, albeit a bit crookedly written. Today is my birthday... I made cookies for everyone. Some of the cookies started to melt because they were held too tightly.