Molly
By Sarus
 
 
Your name is Timothy, a high school senior.
You're short and skinny, with chestnut curly hair.
 
 
You've hidden yourself in the school’s library, hoping to finish your homework.
Your table is concealed behind shelves at the far end of the philosophy area, where students rarely venture.
 
 
You nearly jump out of my skin when a girl whispers in his ear:
“Found ya, Tiny T!”
 
 
The voice belongs to your classmate Camilla.