Leaving the kickball field I sprinted to the front of the second grade line.
“You boys are fast,” smiled Ms. Summers waiting for the rest of the class to line up. “Nice job, Mathias. You almost caught him.”
“Thanks, Ma’am.” Mathias smiled his innocent smile. “I tried.”
“Yes, you did. Why don’t you and Andrew hold the doors for the rest of the recess classes today. Just meet us in the lunch room.”
“That would be great.” his smile even more compelling.
Drats….My pocketed hands looking for my change… Matthias’s tuna sandwich again. And we were having tacos!
Written for The Carrot Ranch (99 word requirement)