Alright, this is an extremely short story (paragraph is a better word) that I wrote after a random comment from a friend. I figured I'd go ahead and post it here.
"I don't want to go to class." I pouted to my friend.
"Then don't go. Skip." She said, annoyance clear in her voice.
Skip? I'd never seriously thought about it. The idea was like the fruit Eve was told not to eat; so tantalizingly tempting I couldn't help but reach my hand out for it. My hand froze, hovering over the fruit at the last minute. The wind blew, threatening to knock the fruit from the brittle branch it hung on. But still I stood, still my hand floated just above the fruit. The wind blew, and the fruit fell, forever out of my grasp.
"I can't." I said as the bell rang.
