Bobby and Sharon
“Grandpa,” Bobby looked at his grandfather.
“Yes?” Grandpa put down the newspapers on his lap. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Sharon. She’s always picking on me.” He pouted.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“What does she do then?”
Bobby described how his erasers kept going missing and pencils being broken. He had caught Sharon taking his ruler that Mom had given him for his birthday. He got it back only when he told his teacher. The next day, he got kicked under the desk when he sat beside Sharon during recess.
“It’s no use telling Mrs Toh,” Bobby wailed. “I’ll only get more kicks from her!”
“Let’s try something, shall we?” Grandpa told Bobby his plans.
