"Shanice where is my bread?" DeShawn mumbled, looking weirdly at his plate. It has been two days and I haven't seen or heard from Warrick, his room was protected by guards and I was restricted to the kitchen, stealing loaves of bread and food for my family. In these two days, although I didn't get to come face to face with any trouble, I still had never been so impatient my entire life.
"Bad people don't get anything," I muttered in my mouth but still threw the bread on his broken plate, yes we just have the broken plates and cups.
"What is that suppose to mean?" He was frustrated, that was the wrong time to mess with him after the hard work he has done the whole day, he was looking for someone to throw his tantrum on. But I couldn't just turn a blind eye to what he had done to poor Kan
