My sister had left a sandwich in the fridge with her name on it, clearly meant for her. I knew it was her lunch, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I was hungry, and the sandwich was just sitting there, calling to me. I debated for a moment, but in the end, I decided to eat it anyway.

As I opened the sandwich, I expected something typical—maybe turkey and cheese or peanut butter and jelly. But to my surprise, there were only two plain pieces of bread. I stared at it for a moment, confused. Had she forgotten to put anything inside, or was there something I was missing?

Then, tucked between the slices of bread, I found a note. I unfolded it, curious about what it could say. My eyes widened as I read the words: “You suck Kyle.” It was clear she was joking, but the playful insult caught me off guard.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the message. It was typical of her—sneaky and a little bit mean, but still funny. Even though I’d eaten her sandwich, I knew this was her way of getting back at me in the most unexpected way.