Rosary sat behind the school building. She had her little napkin laid out and her lunch box on it. The food inside was a jumbled, mixed up mess. The apples and chips were mixed together in a weird sort of salad, the snack cake crushed and one half of her sandwich laid out in two halves.
She ate the other half of her sandwich with a huge scowl on her face. She shouldn't be surprised, this happened nearly every day. Some foals would call her really cruel names and kick her lunch across the playground before she was able to retrieve it. Everyday she would hold in her tears, pick up her ruined lunch and go to the furthest place away from all the others to eat what was salvageable.
But as many times as it had happened, it always made her so angry and wanting to cry. But she didn't. Instead she sniffled between bites of food and tried really hard not to wish unkind things on those bullies and their families. But it was really, really difficult.
@Yasha
