I sat next to Jennifer and Sarah because they were no other seats yet. This sucks. I sighed and said 'I'm so hungry!!!!!!' Jennifer sighed and said 'I'm playing bakery story and making a brownie.' This monster. She knew I was hungry but she just went ahead and talked about food. That was the final straw. I stared at her in fury then looked down at my hand. I smacked her right across her face. My teacher yelled at me to stop. I laughed and ran to the playground where I spent my infancy. I sat on a small swing. I barely fit and then, it came crashing down. My weight broke it. I ran so I would not seem guilty. I got a tin of tomatoes and a plastic sport (not a spoon nor a fork, a spork) out of my bag. I began to eat. It tasted terrible like my soul. I spat it out on the ground.
