Raymond
The beautiful pen was an enigma. My mom swore she didn’t give me the pen. She got a little misty eyed when she pulled it out of the case and looked at the inscription. “I wish I could have been the one, Ray, but you know I couldn’t afford this.” She gave me a watery smile and patted my arm. “But someone must think you are pretty special.”
My mind went to Jackson, but it seemed highly unlikely. We barely knew each other. And one little kiss didn’t justify an expensive gift. He’d sat right next to me at lunch when I opened it and didn’t act weird or anything.
I have dubbed it my lucky pen, and decided to use it on all my exams, with the exception of my pre-calculus exam, which required a pencil.
The exams threw our schedules all out of whack, so I hardly saw Jackson at all
