AleciaLou47
"May I please have my pencil back?" She inquired with all the patience and dignity she could muster. The boy shook his head and gave her a sickeningly mischievous grin.
Frustrated, she searched the room for a teacher, but alas the teacher was outside reassuring a concerned parent that her child would be safe and the teacher's helper was out getting some more chalk from the store.
She felt helpless, "Please, I don't even know your name."
"It's Clay." He answered.
"Could you please give me my pencil Clay?" She spoke firmly.
His green eyes glinted, "nope, I like this pencil."