“Sharie, are you going to eat that?” she asked.
“No, I’m not going to finish my grapes,” said Sharie. “But you can’t have them.”
“Why not?” asked Dharma.
“Because I don’t want you to,” answered Sharie. “They’re ALL mine.”
“You’re just mean, SHARIE,” said Dawn. “I’m going to start calling you ‘NOT SHARIE. Cause you’re not sharing.”
Sharie stuck her tongue out at Dawn, then, she got up and threw her grapes into the garbage smiling back at them.
So then Dharma looked for Nickey. Everyone called him pickey-Nickey, because he was such a picky eater. He only ate one thing all day everyday. But his mother was hoping that he would try other things so she would always add something new and exciting in his lunch. This time it was a big fat peanut with chocolate jam sandwich.
Dharma watched closely as he placed his sandwich back into his bag and nibbled on his carrots.
“He didn’t even unwrap the sandwich,” thought Dharma. “And I’m SO hungry, and he won’t miss it, and I’m SOOOO hungry, and if I explain that it’s better to share, and I’m SOOOO hungry, and …and… and I’m SOOOO hungry”
Nicky started to get up to throw away his lunch when Dharma dove at him from across the table screaming.
“I’ll eat that pickey-Nickey!” said Dharma eyes wide sprawled across the table.
“But you don’t even know what it is, besides you called me that name.” said Nickey with his wings going low, then his face turned lemon sour.
“I’m sorry pi…I mean Nickey. I’m just so hungry that I forgot. Can I please have your sandwich Nickey? PLEEEEASE????” asked Dharma.
“Say I’m not picky,” said Nickey.
“O.K! You’re not picky, OK????? I’m SO SORRY,” said Dharma on her knees now and holding her hands in prayer.
Nickey’s blue wings were lifting now.
“OK,” said Nickey. Then before he could hand the sandwich over to Dharma….
“HEY!!!! PICKEY-NICKEY, WHAT DO YOU HAVE FOR ME TODAY!!!” shouted Roamey.
Roamey, a boy that was on the other side of the room shouted towards Nickey.
“Oh no, it’s Roamey.” whispered Dharma. “Gotta go, keep the sandwich you’re gonna need it.” Dharma ran to the furthest place she thought Roamey would go, while Nickey stood still, looking as if he wasn’t even breathing.
Roamey, was a very tall boy that was trouble to everyone he came into contact with. He was so tall, everyone thought he was in 7th grade instead of the 4th grade. When he walked through a room, he was like a snow plow, knocking everything and everyone over that was in his way. Most of the time, people didn’t think he meant to hurt them, he was just a very excited boy. And when he was hungry, which was most of the time, he was REALLY very excited. Roamey took two steps towards Pickey-Nickey, then Nickey make a loud high pitch scream throwing the peanut towards Roamey and running in the opposite direction. You see, Nickey was a very small fairy. He wouldn’t survive another knock down by Roamey again without spending more time in the Fairy hospital.
Roamey caught the sandwich and popped it into his mouth in one motion. It took him only seconds to get it down. Right behind Roamey were a couple of teachers that grabbed him by the wings, turned him around and pulled him towards the “Purple Special Forces Testing” area.
“WOW, he should already be in the purple group,” said Dawn crouching down next to Dharma behind a table. “What is stopping them from accepting him? The poor guy is really so ready to go. And with the pixie dust shortage.”
“I wish I was in the purple group” said Loco kicking and pushing a couple tables and chairs out of his way.
“I know, my mom and dad come home exhausted every night because there isn’t enough help from the purple group.” said Terra peeking her head up just enough to find out if Roamey has left.
“I will probably go into the accounting group…. Cause I’m good with numbers, but the purple group seems so exciting. And they are the most popular.” said Nickey sadly crawling out from under one of the lunch tables.