Molly was at my house when I got home,
sitting on the rocking chair waiting for me to arrive.
"Hey Molly, what's up?"
I asked and she looked upset.
"B, we can't be friends anymore."
She said and my heart felt heavy.
"Why?"
I asked and she just shook her head,
before walking down the path and towards her house.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
Molly had pretty friends,
and bones aren't pretty.