Allyson Weinert

Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and words form at the edge of your voice- but nothing gets said. Feelings unravel and thoughts tangle. Will he ever hear you, and will words ever be said?

Listening to elevator music for seven minutes would make anyone want to talk... but will these two rivals? The only thing they have in common is running for class president, other than that what would they even talk about? Indulge in a short story that will make you wonder what happens after the elevator is fixed, and after the doors open.