Rowena. Students queued in line to get food with trays in their hands. Damn. Another thing I hate. "Row, I told you we should have gone outside the school to get food, and now I'm so hungry I can’t wait any longer," Cindy sighed, raising her head over my shoulder to peek at the counter. "I don’t have enough, okay? Dad didn’t give me much this month. Let’s just wait a little; it’ll be our turn soon," I said, forcing a smile. Cindy had already stuck her spoon into her mouth, her eyes widening as if she was trying to swallow all the food at the counter just by looking at it. "Duhhh," I muttered, tapping her forehead with my finger. "Row… hey, it’s our turn now," she pointed out. Just as we stretched out our trays to the school chef..— Rachel appeared. And, as usual, she wasn’t alone. Her little minions marched in sync behind her like some damn parade. Without hesitation, without even blinking my way, she shoved my tray aside. Damn. "Is there something wrong he
Read more