Andr Marois

Patrick Doyon

Monday Morning

Lunchtime!
I was the first to stand up when the bell rang.
I rushed out of class, grabbed my lunch box,
and sprinted down the halls to the cafeteria.
Were not supposed to run in the halls, but no
grownups saw me. (Still, I was on alert. It had
rained, so I had to look out for the puddles of
water on the second floor.)

As usual, I sat between Axel and Sophie. But:

My sandwich!

What happened?

(Axel is my best
friend. We dont
actually talk much,
but we understand
each other.)

Whats wrong
with it?

(Sophie is my best girl

friend. Not my girlfriend,
just a friend whos a
girl. We dont talk much
either, but we like each
other a lot.)

I dumped my lunch box out on the table.

All that fell out was an apple, a granola bar,

orange juice, and my dads note. (Papa writes
me a note every day.)

My sandwich is missing.
Are you sure you
brought it?

Of course! My Monday sandwich is ham,

cheddar, and kalemy favorite.

Someone must have stolen it.