#Chapter21
Next is the lunchroom. Long, dark wood cafeteria tables line the room. At the back is a delightful selection of food, much better than the meals offered at the high school. I stare at people's plates as they walk by. Instead of plastic cafeteria trays, students carry around glass plates and cups with silverware.
/"Nice, huh?/" Vivianne asks. /"Trust me. You won't be missing Waindale High anytime soon. Sure, being secretary was fun, but here at least I can use a fork and not have it snap in my hand./"
/"I'll catch you guys later. All this food is making me hungry, and I've been missing these pancakes,/" Imogen says before following the scent of maple syrup.
Vivianne and I make our way to the gymnasium, but while in the middle of the hall, I come to a sudden stop. His scent, it's getting stronger. /"He's close,/" I say. /"He's getting closer./"
