Then I’d walk off and buy whatever I wanted from the cafeteria with my unlimited card.
One dull, overcast Tuesday, I decided to go further.
I grabbed her bag. It felt almost weightless.
“What’s this, Emily?” I mocked. “Nothing left at home?”
She reached for it, panic in her voice. “Please… not today.”
That only made me push harder.
I turned the bag upside down in front of everyone.
No real food fell out.
Just a small, dry piece of bread… and a folded note.
I laughed at first.
“Careful,” I said. “That thing could break your teeth.”
I picked up the note, unfolding it slowly, ready to turn it into another joke. I started reading it out loud—mocking at first… then slower… until my voice nearly disappeared.
