CLARA
"Someone brought me chicken and rice over the lunch hour." Noah says to me, leaving me shocked.
"Who?" I ask after recollecting myself.
"A young girl who seems to be roughly ten." He replies.
"Who had sent her?" I ask and he shrugs.
"I didn't get to ask her because she hurried away even before I could ask her. For once, I thought it was you but my instincts warned me not to take the food." He explains.
"You didn't eat the food?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"I didn't. I left it untouched and hid the lunch box together with the food in the bush. I don't want to die, not just yet!"
"Not everyone wishes you good health. I think you should even stop eating food from just anybody or anywhere." I warn him and he nods in agreement.
We've already finished eating our food and I'm now
