PB and J

A quick sketch story by Julie Prescesky
PB and J

“Is that what I think it is?” A girl with a southern drawl twisted in her seat trying to get a closer look.

“Uh … this?” Joth figured his first day at a new school would get him some funny looks, but he didn’t expect it to be over his sandwich.

“Yeah.” The girl leaned in. “If that’s what I think it is, you’re going to want to wrap that puppy right back up and get rid of the evidence.”

“Evidence of what?” His lips formed an incredulous smile.

“PB and J!” She whisper-yelled and then looked over her shoulder to be sure they weren’t discovered. “This is a PB free school. Zero tolerance.”

Joth placed his sandwich down on the cling wrap he pulled it out of. “Oh.”

“What are you doing?”

This girl seemed a little dramatic.

“Wrap that sucker up before anybody sees it, or heaven forbid, smells it, or you are a goner.” Continue reading