6. Chapter 6
Anya was finally back at school today so I no longer had to deal with the girls on my own. Anya and I sat together at break-time, and at lunchtime. The day was going well until (surprise surprise) the Rough-and-Toughs paid us a little visit.
“Hello, girlies! What do we have for lunch today, then?” They stared down at my tuna and sweetcorn sandwich, and Anya’s chicken and salad wrap. They whispered between themselves and violently slapped my arm, causing me to drop my sandwich onto the concrete, and leaving me with a tender scarlet mark on my arm, and a rather gritty sandwich. I rubbed my arm gently, a tear trickling down my cheek. I looked at Anya, in hope that she would do something about it, but by the time she got the picture, they had pilfered her half-eaten wrap, and one of them had gobbled it for themselves. That was the final straw. Anya and I had been through enough. We were going to put an end to this bullying if it was the last thing we do. But, the question is, how? We were too weak compared to them. We were like two peas in a pod, but the Rough-and-Toughs were like the humans who ate the peas and the pod whole. No chance against them. We criticize them? They laugh. We try and stand up for ourselves? They chortle. Ultimately, we were just girls without hope .