I sat down at the lunch table, surveying my meal: spaghetti, chocolate milk, crackers, three Hershey's kisses, and a banana. I picked up my fork and began devouring it all. I had been hungry for the past two hours. The He came over. The kid who never brings a lunch--not because he can't afford it, but because he just doesn't--he walked up to me, I knew what he was going to say: "Please can I have this? Or this? Or this?" so before he even opened his mouth, I was already talking.
"No."
"I wasn't going to ask about that," I knew he was lying, "There's this really nice boy who wants to give me his..." He was pointing at my crackers.
"No." I interrupted, we went through this every day, "Bring your own lunch."
"But, there's this..."
"No. I'm not going to give you anything."
He didn't take the hint, "You know you want to give me..." He was pointing at the chocolates.
"NO." I replied, extremely annoyed.
"Can't you just..."
"NO!"
He walked over to another kid, begging. Eventually someone got so annoyed, they gave him their crackers. The problem is, he's like a stray dog: you give him food once, and he won't stop coming back. I made that mistake once, but never again.
And his mother gives him lunch to boot!
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