"Tell me again why you're dragging my arse to school on a Saturday?" Sam asked, yet again, on our walk from the cafe over to the school, I had told him I had something to show him but couldn't tell him any more than that. "It won't even be open, Veronica, we'll get done for breaking and entering and end up with records"
I knew for a fact that the school would be open today because Saturday was market day and our school was the place to be for anyone looking for a market stall bargain. As we rounded the corner, we could see that the car park and adjacent street were full and there were people everywhere.
The markets were set up in the outdoor area of the school, spreading from the quad down to the fields. There were stalls for every interest, from home-grown, organic fruits and vegetab
