There was laughter everywhere in the cafeteria.

The matrons serving the food said and did nothing.

Sinclair sighed in exasperation.

I wasn’t sure of Raul’s reaction to his sister’s bullying. I didn’t look.

No. I was already transported in time to the cafeteria back at the pack.

I was transported to the past, to the particular time when Noah had poured milk on me; to the time when Daniel had joined them; to the time when the entire student populace, or most, had joined them in throwing food at me; to the time when the matrons had done nothing to help me; until Noami had run and called the principal....