>Like clockwork
>Every day for the past week, my sandwich has gone missing sometime before the lunch period starts
>Today is no exception
>Despite all of the precautions I’ve taken to prevent food theft, the culprit manages to elude eye witness accounts and evade physical deterrents
>I even went as far as putting a PADLOCK on a tupperware container
>Imagine my shock when I opened the fridge to find a picked lock and empty container
>Worse yet, when I tried to talk to school admin about it, they just asked me why was putting padlocks in the school refrigerator
>I think it’s malicious questioning as payback for nagging them into buying one for student use
>But I refused to eat the uncooked dino meat slabs or let my lunch sit in my backpack or locker
>AC only did so much, and the Texas heat would dry out most packed lunches
>All that planning only to fall short at repeated filching
>I turn around in disappointment, resigned to salvaging what I can from today’s menu
>Only to almost trip on a dino standing at knee height
>“Oh shit, sorry dude, didn’t see you there”
>The green gremlin affixes me with a wide eyed stare, his head barely protruding from the oversized collar of a poofy jacket, likely impatient
>“Are you trying to get into the fridge?”
>I take a step to the side, allowing the troodon access to any stored lunch
>But there’s no reply
>“Yeah, someone’s been swiping other people’s food, so it might not be in there”
>The saurian tilts his head in intrigue before giving me a few rapid, curious, blinks
>Lashes? And is that the strap of a-
>The FEMALE saurian stares at me with curiosity as she-
>As she chews a mouthful of-
>“Is… is that my sandwich?”