Chapter 12
Natalia
"Natalia, do you want more?" Mr. Jones asks me.
I'm currently sitting with Elijah's family around their dinner table, it's lunchtime and I'm eating Mr. Jones' delicious sausage casserole. I mean seriously, the dude cooks magic. I so wish I could be a good cook, like Elijah, Mr. Jones, my mom, and even my dad but I'm terrible, absolutely terrible at cooking. I once almost poisoned myself. I may be good at a lot of things, but cooking is not one of those things. Everyone can't be good at everything.
"Oh please", I say and hold up my plate. I will at least have people in my life who can feed me and my future children. Four people to be exact, so I will never be on the verge of starving, and I won't always be eating frozen meals for dinner.
Sam and Kathy are here today
