"Matthew?" I call out in the empty room. He is usually first to get to the room, so this is a surprise. I frown and switch on the light. I sit on the cold, hard, concrete ground for at least 5 minutes.

I look at the bag in my lap. It's only, worn out, but hold our precious treat. A bag with 6 green, 6 yellow Warheads. I was only going to use one of each tonight, that is, if he shows up.

I sigh and wait at least another 5 minutes. Maybe he's busy. Or late. Or forgot. I don't know. I start to cry soft tears and I think about Matthew, which makes my cry even more. I must have been sobbing loudly, because Ms. Debbie barges in.

"What are you doing in here young lady?!"

"I'm sorry Ms. Debbie," I wipe the tears from my face and hope she doesn't ask.

"Get back to work!"

"Yes, Ms. Debbie."

The last tear falls from my face and I leave the room, with no Matthew to be found.