I was hungry. Not hungry, starving. Dying slowly. Theodore and Tee had a huge argument and that apparently meant I had to suffer the consequences of their actions. Anna was too pissed to cook and I woke up late. I was in school almost screaming, counting the seconds patiently till it was time for lunch.
The teacher had excused himself to talk to the principal or whatever. I was paying zero attention. Jake threw a ball of tissue at me and I scowled. I didn't have the energy to do anything else. “What is it Mr. Demidov?"
“My lips are cracked. Get my lip balm from my car would you?"
“As much as I would love to," I said with as much sarcasm my starved self could muster. “I'm too hungry to even breathe right now."
He pulled his seat closer to mine. “If you go, I'll let you take whatever
