"They're mine," Anne seethed as she glared daggers at Pippa. It wasn't really about the crayons; it was the principle of the thing. And if she was supposed to be scared, then Pippa had a lot to learn about her. There was very little that scared her.
When she called down, she looked back at Reggie, then back to Pippa, not wanting to take her eyes off the other girl for a second. "What do you mean 'request more'?" Her crayons had been a gift, one of the few on the list suitable for her security level. She wasn't sure her mother would bring her more if she knew they were getting stolen.