It was lunchtime in the kindergarten.
Hazel set down her box and took out her lunch plate, she opened the plate and took out a sandwich specially prepared by her father and was about to bite into it when a shadow was cast over her. Slowly she looked up to see that little boy from before staring down at her with his hands folded across his chest.
Hazel sighed and put down her sandwich, she could already sense that he was there to cause a scene, she folded her arms across her chest and shook her head.
“I don’t want trouble,” she said to him,
“I’m not here for trouble, I only want a piece of a piece of your sandwich, “he said crossing his hand to mimic her,
“You can’t have my sandwich” Hazel sighed, she refused to give him any piece of her sandwich, her dad had made the sandwich early in
