Chapter Sixteen

                                 ~Fola~

I felt Tobi's eyes on me throughout the dinner or what would I even call the event. We were sitted on a table of four with little Moji looking all dolled up and pretty. I felt conscious thoughtout the program and I could hardly concentrate on a thing; not the pageantry contest, not the drama, not the folklore.

All because Tobi was looking at me.

Like I was some sort of sacred item in a museum.

People looking at me like this always made me angry at them.

Him looking at me like this was making me angry too.

At myse