by Calia Z.
I buried my face deeper into the warm fabric of Vannia’s scarf to escape the pressuring stares of the urging classmates. The mousetrap looked innocent on the ground in front of me. I glared at it. We were supposed to put our hands on the set mousetrap and unset it before lifting our hands off as fast as we could. People were urging me with a brigade of ‘Come on’s. I felt like screaming. I whined that I didn’t want to over and over again. I tried to focus only on the rough log I was sitting on. It didn’t really work, the noise and stares where to upsetting. Then, I felt Vannia walk over and lean over me, her arms on my shoulders and her chin on my head. I twitched with irritation. Her chin was sharp.
“Please do it!” Vannia pleaded, leaning over my hunched back.
“No,” I whined, pouting slightly, “I don’t wanna!”
“If you do it, I’ll do anything you want!”