A lethal strike at an opportune moment. Now Matty had possession of a highly coveted prize.
With no time to waste, the sixth grader spun from the lunch table and sprinted towards freedom. He didn’t dare look back. His oversized nemesis would surely be closing in fast.
Matty danced his way through the overcrowded cafeteria, dodging backpacks and swinging trays while protecting his trophy.
Moments later, Matty sat alone atop the monkey bars. He savored his solitary bite into the hardboiled egg, beaming with pride.
He had stolen the lunch of the cafeteria bully and lived to tell the tale.
The Weekday One Hundred 