the girl and her sandwitch

Sandwitch and cheese

My standards are dropping as I get hungrier, she thought to herself. Maybe I should give in? Lisa shook her head aggressively, she would never. She gripped her stomach tightly and clenched her teeth as another stomach ache came. Her eyes started filling with tears. All she could do now was to wait, alone in her dark room screaming for a sandwitch. She was desperate but not desperate enough. She was stone set on never giving her very own parents the satisfaction of forcing her to eat the bread cake left overs from easter. All she wanted was a plain sandwich, but that was oh too much. This was just her fate, sitting in pain craving some cheese