He Stole My Heart
by » Marie-Louise Toruno
In the sixth grade you could say I was a bit of a rebel. I cursed, I was horribly mean to my babysitter, and I stole. What was the valuable object of choice in my stealing? Pens. I loved pens and so did William. William and I sat next to each other and would compare [...]
In the sixth grade you could say I was a bit of a rebel. I cursed, I was horribly mean to my babysitter, and I stole. What was the valuable object of choice in my stealing? Pens. I loved pens and so did William. William and I sat next to each other and would compare [...]
