This story starts on the second day of preschool. "Two girls. One milk." Is what I like to label the story when I tell it. Grace Middles, the milk theif. Mary Castro,that's me, the milk robbery victim.
Now, our story begins.
"Hey! Get your own!" I screeched through the classroom whilst, chewing a somehow delicious barbecue sandwich from the school "cafeteria". " Well, maybe I want this one!" Grace Middles yelled, whiping her face of barbecue sandwich residue.
"Well, you can't have it! It's mine." I sassed, plastering her face with another round of BBQ sandwich.
"Chill, ladies." Mrs. Angelina intervined.
"Yeah, chill, Mary." Grace mocked.
"Shush." Mrs. Angelina ordered, pointing a tiny, pale finger at Grace.
"Yeah, shush, Grace!" I snapped, feeling that I was on top of this argument.
"No sass."
"Now, Grace, it was wrong of you to take Mary's milk. Mary, its rude to talk, even yell, with food in your mouth." Mrs. Angelina blabbed as Grace and I mimicked her.
"Girls, go your separate ways, please."
Grace trudged back to her table next to Trè and Billie Joe, as I turned my back to my table.
