Never Eat a Girl’s Food 

When I was about 3 years old I loved going to school. I went to preschool and I loved it there. We did arts and crafts played games and even had a big red plastic table with playdough to play with on it. And I loved to hang out with my friends on the playground. The only thing I didn’t like about preschool was a mean boy named Jonny he had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a mean smirk that he always wore around. He would steal people’s playdough, eat people’s food, scribble on other kid’s drawings, and worst of all he was a pincher. He was so mean he was like Godzilla with tiny chubby hands. One day my friends and I were playing with some playdough when suddenly he took the playdough out of my friend’s hand with his little smirk, that was the last straw. I was about to say something but my friend pulled me back “it’s not worth it,” she said. I agreed she was right and then went on with my day. Suddenly it was already lunchtime and I was so excited to eat the delicious ham and cheese sandwich, that my mom had packed for me. Then suddenly Jonny sat next to me I knew then and there what was about to go down. I was not going to let him eat my sandwich! Then his chubby little fingers reached down. Slowly he looked up at me with a little smirk and my eyes widened. My stomach was roaring like a race car engine, and that sandwich looked delicious. I smelt delicious too the bread with the ham and the cheese mmmm. NO, I was not going to let him take it. Then he started slowly to take a bite. MY blood was boiling I was about to blow. I gathered up all my courage and said and I quote “You eat my food I eat you.” The boy wasn’t fazed by this he just smirked and then kept eating. This was not ok suddenly I looked him straight in the eyes and bit him. A loud unpleasant scream came out of the boy’s mouth, he wailed and wailed. The next thing I remember all eyes were on me and I turned bright red. Then he looked up at me he looked so sad and then he waddled to the nurse with a teacher holding his hand. I was only about 2 or 3 and didn’t really get in trouble but my parents and his parents were called in and they were not happy. Though I didn’t get in real trouble I did get a timeout and I was not happy about that. I don’t know what happened to that boy but justice was served that day and I think he might have finally learned his lesson to never mess with a girl’s food.