chapter twelve

daisy

"He's changed."

Daisy looked up from the chocolate cake batter she was happily making and up at Mrs Patel, who was grating cheese into an enormous pot of macaroni. After seeing the meal they were preparing for the inmates, she was more than eager to witness their reactions.

"Who has?" She asked.

Mrs Patel gave her a fond smile. "That Seth boy. I heard you and him have got a thing."

Blushing, Daisy ignored the teasing tone in her voice and replied, "w-what do you mean he's changed? I don't think so."

She waved her hand dismissively. "Oh please. That boy was trouble before you were here. There were regular fights and all sorts of negative energy brought into the prison, more than there should've been. He was very quiet but still caused chaos. Kind of like fire - silent but deadly."

"Seth's a fart." Daisy mumbled.

"What, pet?"

Startled out of her unusual thought, she shook her head and said quickly, "n-nothing. Carry on."

"Hm. Well, now he's such a sweetheart and he's actually smil