At eleven years old, Steve Burton was already much taller than Ruby Gregory.
Now Ruby Gregory was sitting on the steps, and when Steve looked at her, he had to look down.
There were a mess of textbooks, writing books, pencil cases, and pencils scattered all around her. Ruby had an eraser in her mouth, her hair a bit disheveled, and her face smeared with graphite from the pencils.
Steve frowned at the disordered Ruby and said with a cold tone, "What are you doing squatting here?"
Ruby, though only in the first grade of elementary school, had a sense of pride. She raised her hand to cover her writing book, looked up at Steve with a pair of large, black eyes, and shook her head, "Nothing."
"Haven't finished your homework?" Steve's frown deepened. Although he was only eleven, he could tell from Ruby's little movements what she was doing there and then.
She was found out!
