Tabitha
“What kind of atrocious meal is this?!” Fear clogged in my lungs, stalling my breath at the ferocious blare of Frank, seated with the other chief elders at the dining table. I was at the corner of the room with knees trembling, and hands stroking each other as I watched the elder brush off the bits of pancake on his tongue.
The others responded in their own vile way too, coughing, spitting back to their plates, and picking up their glass of juice with the speed of light to neutralise the disdain in their mouth. All except Ezra, Dominick, and Mathias—their disappointments were unashamedly etched to their faces, but they were calm. How hard is it to make pancakes with maple syrup? I used to be the cook in my Pack House. I might not be a certified chef yet, but…I made this meal wit
