Dawn
I don"t know why Gabby has to be so rude to people; so distrusting. She can be a right prat sometimes. These people saved my life. They got us away from the British soldiers and took us in. The mayor seemed nice; businesslike, but nice. I don"t understand what a prophet is, but I"m sure it"s nothing bad. My sister just needs to chill.
My legs move frustratingly slow as I walk down the street, regretting my decision to get out of the wheelchair. I grab hold of Gabby"s shoulder as a wave of dizziness washes over me.
As soon as we enter the mess, we pass by a throng of people standing in line to get their food. Rank has its privileges. “Sir,” they snap to attention as Adrian passes them.
The room is huge and lined with long tables. On one end is the food, buffet style. There must be
