Scissors
By Ashley Diaz Rosa sat behind the main desk in the foyer of the community center. The multi-purpose room closed for the day but the basketball courts and the teen lounge remained open and a few people trickled in and out every so often, but for the most part she sat alone at the desk. To keep from going mad from loneliness, she surfed the Internet for ideas for crafts for the next day. Anything to keep busy. She heard the door to the center open and close but she did not look up. People were coming in and out as always and she figured just a group of teens came to play basketball. “Hey there, shy girl!” Rosa could feel her stomach tighten. She recognized that horrible voice. Trying her best to keep her attention focused on the computer, Rosa fought to stay calm as the man who entered walked over and leaned over the counter. “What are you doing, Rosa?” the guy asked as he read the computer screen. “Looking at crafts? That’s cool.” Rosa nodded to try to stay polite. ...