The breakfast was torture. The last time they had dinner together was better, back then, Sheryl and Gal were equally glaring at each other.
Sheryl smirked at Gal, she wanted to ask her if she is not tired from the glares she keeps giving her. Gal's jaw tightened, if it was not for her brother and Timothy, she would have already banged the table and asked Sheryl if they can have a chat outside.
Michaela has not yet looked at her, she was busy goofing all over whatever Jordan was telling her.
She let out a fake cough and rolled her dramatically when everyone gave her a slight look and then went back to talk as if she was not there. Gal cussed in her head. "For fuck's sake, does this mean I can choke to death right now and no one will care?"
Her eyes met Kate's. Gal murmured to her sarcastically, "is it a school day or a holiday?"
Kate looked at her watch and stood abruptly, "boys, school."
