Sheri Sebbelov

Never Alone

When I was in grade 6 my friend, Hannah, and I had “special” pens that we would use to “tattoo” ourselves and other kids. These pens were probably just regular pens. I think they were gel pens. I think we had four of them. The plastic was transparent and the same colour as the ink. We thought they were the cats' meow, the bees' knees, and somebody's pajamas.