It was the last class of the day, and I was counting down the minutes to the clinging of the dismissal bell.

Five minutes to go. I thought giddily, throwing a glance at my watch. I was deathly hungry.

After I had left the principal’s office, there had been no time to get to the cafeteria. I had returned to class hungry.

It became crazier whenever I remembered the detention—a delay to having Laura’s food.

“Well, it seems someone is in a hurry to go somewhere.”

I withheld a visible flinch, somehow knowing that the lady lecturing us on magic and music was talking about me.

I expected a frown...