Journal

Perfect Penelope

Perfect Penelope

by Michelle Howell Miller

(Word Count 211)

 

Perfect Penelope twirled her pretty pink dress.

“Don’t you look like a little angel this Valentine’s Day?” their teacher said.

But Penelope wasn’t an angel.

Ally knew Penelope was the opposite of an angel.

 

Because Penelope had stolen Pierre, Ally’s best friend.

At least he used to be, before perfect Penelope!

 

Penelope and Pierre…

Sitting in a tree…

K-I-S-S-I-N

Ally couldn’t finish the song without feeling punched.

 

It was time to plot her revenge.

Ally knew what she had to do.

 

Scissors.

Shape.

Glue.

I

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You.

 

One card for perfect Penelope, from Pierre.

One card for Pierre, from perfect Penelope.

 

Ally’s plan worked perfectly.

By lunch, she had Pierre back.

 

Ally felt only slightly guilty watching Penelope cry in a corner.

 

But Pierre didn’t want to play any of their favorite games at recess.

He didn’t want to read aloud at story time.

He didn’t even want Ally’s fruit snacks.

And Pierre loved fruit snacks more than anything.

 

Ally knew what she had to do.

 

Scissors.

Shape.

Glue.

I

Love

You.

 

One card for perfect Penelope, from Pierre.

One card for Pierre, from perfect Penelope.

 

Ally felt only slightly better,

watching Pierre twirl perfect Penelope.

 

Ally did love Pierre’s card though.

Scissors.

Shape.

Glue.

You’re

My

Best

Friend

Too.

Michelle Howell Miller