Missy's Story

There is a little bit of truth to this story...A woman who I re-connected with on facebook recently is the basis for the little girl. We were in grade school and high school together, and she always had Twinkies and would not share them. One day on facebook she had posted a status update that said "Someone tell me a story." So I wrote this for her in about ten minutes. It is short, and I see potential for it to be a longer story.

Missy’s Story - By Mark Andersen

A long, long time ago, a little girl always had Twinkies in her lunch box. A little boy who never got Twinkies coveted those golden spongy cakes. He tried everything to get them from her. He tried trading her his Bologna and ketchup sandwich, at which she turned up her nose. He offered to push her on the swings at recess, she accepted, he pushed, and still never got even a whiff of one of those cream filled delights. He carried her books home for her, and yet never got anything more than a kiss on the cheek, being nine, he would have rather had that wondrous delight from Hostess.

The school year ended, and he never did get a snack cake from the little girl. The next year school started and the little girl was not there. He was heartbroken he had no chance of getting a one now. Just then, his teacher called his name and asked him to come up to the front of the room. His teacher handed him a box of Twinkies, with a note from the little girls mother. Thanking him for being her friend in the last days of her life, and how she made her Mom promise to give a box of Twinkies to the little boy because she felt so bad for not giving him one. The little boy opened the box, and with a tear in his eye gave one to each his classmates, he would never eat a Twinkie again.