There was laughter everywhere in the cafeteria.
The matrons serving the food said and did nothing.
Sinclair sighed in exasperation.
I wasn’t sure of Raul’s reaction to his sister’s bullying. I didn’t look.
No. I was already transported in time to the cafeteria back at the pack.
I was transported to the past, to the particular time when Noah had poured milk on me; to the time when Daniel had joined them; to the time when the entire student populace, or most, had joined them in throwing food at me; to the time when the matrons had done nothing to help me; until Noami had run and called the principal.
My fists clenched, while watching the girl sniff. She was about to cry.
I didn’t know when I moved, didn’t care to know how I had gotten in front of Rachel in less than two seconds
