ELLA GERAGHTY 11N
I am looking at you. You are looking at me. You smile, I smile. It’s lunch, like every other Wednesday. But this one is different – for one of use at least. Because I know. I know.
You’re sitting opposite me, unsurprisingly, thinking trivial things. Chicken? Salmon? To drink or not to drink? Not of it matters to me. Not anymore. You could have sautéed brains for all I care. What did you just say? That you don’t know what to have? How apt. What a vicious liar you are. How did I not see it …read more