It was the last class of the day, and I was counting down the minutes to the clinging of the dismissal bell.
Five minutes to go. I thought giddily, throwing a glance at my watch. I was deathly hungry.
After I had left the principal’s office, there had been no time to get to the cafeteria. I had returned to class hungry.
It became crazier whenever I remembered the detention—a delay to having Laura’s food.
“Well, it seems someone is in a hurry to go somewhere.”
I withheld a visible flinch, somehow knowing that the lady lecturing us on magic and music was talking about me.
I expected a frown on her face, but I saw a smile on her lips rather; a soft smile, as if I reminded her of someone interesting, someone that she cared about.
I forced a smile on my lips too, and hers widened.
