CHAPTER 9

"Three fifty please." I nod and reach for the coins inside my pocket, handing them over. The lunch lady smiles at me, pushing my plate of steaming hot pasta and garlic bread towards me. "Enjoy your lunch sweetheart." "Thank you," I smile, taking it from her and walking towards the table in the far corner. Trish is already seated with a few other girls and several boys. She's chatting away loudly, occasionally pausing to laugh or giggle. Her eyes land on me and she grins widely, patting the...