Claire
The food court, inside Claremont Shopping Centre, would have to be one of the busiest places on a Sunday. It was as if people in this town had nothing better to do than to flock to the mall, in hopes of escaping boredom. Gabby took hold of my arm and we weaved through the sea of people, on our search for an empty table.
"There's one, over the back," Gabby shouts to me, almost pulling my arm out of the socket as she drags me to the table she spotted, laying claim to it at the same time as a group of teenage girls do. "Back off, it's ours." Gabby sneers at the girls, who don't look any older than 14. The girls surrender their hold on the table to us without a fight, and I give them all apologetic looks, remembering the days when Jupiter and I used to be just like them.
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