Sally charged into the school newspaper office nearly knocking Dakota over with the door.
“Sorry, she mumbled tossing her books on the table next to Fiona’s computer.
“What’s up with you?” Fiona finished typing the sentence she was writing before she looked up at Sally. Dakota slid onto the table swinging her long legs back and forth watching Sally pace with tears threatening to spill over the lower lid of her friend’s chocolate brown eyes.
“Well?” Fiona said.
Sally tossed a crumpled paper bag onto the table between Dakota and Fiona. “My lunch! This is the third time this week,” Sally sank into the chair across from Fiona and Dakota.
“Who—why?” Fiona picked up the bag and turned it over and over as if some one’s name might magically spring from the crumpled brown bag to tell her who had done the deed.
“Is anyone else missing lunches?” Dakota looked from Sally to Fiona and back again.
The trio had been best friends since Fiona moved to Clarksville from Neopit and other places she had lived, traveling the world, practically, as an army brat. Sally moved from Minnesota about the same time. They were sisters for all intents and purposes now.
Whatever happened to one happened to them all.
“If this keeps up I’m going to starve to death.”
Dakota and Fiona tried to suppress a giggle. Tiny little Sally rarely ate more than a bite or two of her sandwich on a good day. She should be happy she didn’t have to explain one more time to her mother why she didn’t eat her lunch. Fiona couldn’t understand why she didn’t just throw the half-eaten lunch away or not bring one at all. She could avoid the hassle with her mother all together. Then she felt guilty for thinking that as her own mother’s words echoed in her head. ‘Think of the poor children overseas, how happy they would be for even a little of that lunch.’ “Any idea who can get into your locker?” Fiona asked.
“Well—no one—unless,” Suddenly Sally’s eyes got a wild look. “If he’s stealing my lunch, I’ll, I’ll break his scrawny neck. I’ll tear him limb from limb. I tear off his head and shove it down his throat, I’ll…” Sally sputtered as she bolted from the chair and paced the room in longs strides slamming one of her fists into the palm of her other hand, the smacks echoing her points.
“Who?” Dakota hopped off the table hands on hips demanding to know who would cause her friend this kind of upset. She slid into the path of Sally’s stormy march.
Suddenly they knew. The three girls stood staring at each other, silence in the room was deafening.
[to be continued…] |
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