"Here," said Rhiannon, pushing a tray consisting of a salad- without dressing, two Satsuma's and a mineral water into my hands.
"What is this?" I asked her, taking a plastic fork from my tray and, shoved it into the salad and pulled out a fold of limp, pale green lettuce. Rhiannon raised an eyebrow.
"Food."
"You call this food?" I asked angrily, pushing the tray away. "That's something you would feed to a goat! I'm a human being! I need to satisfy my appetite!"
"Whoa! A girl who actually says no to salad!" said a good- looking boy sitting next to me. He looked half relieved, half impressed. "Never thought I'd see the day."
"I don't do healthy food," I said pointedly to Rhiannon. I normally have a hamburger, a coke and a chocolate bar for lunch." Her mouth was now hanging open. The boy laughed and handed me his soda from the tray he had in front of him.
"Thanks," I said, cracking the lid open and taking a sip. Aaah, bliss.
"Hey, Callie!" shouted someone from across the lunch hall. I turned around and saw my brother, Chad walk towards me with a tray in his hands. Girls cast appreciative glances when he walked past them. He was tall and well built with dark grey eyes' and blond hair, some of his locks fell over one eye.
"Hey, I got you some food," he said when he reached me. He put the tray on the table.
"Aw, that's so sweet, Chad. I said. "But please, don't be pushed to come to me, it would ruin your reputation." Rhiannon giggled loudly. Chad scowled.
"To hell with my reputation," he said. I tutted and he grinned again. He nodded at the boy sitting next to me.
"Later, Cal," he said, giving me a small wave then he jogged back to his table, which was filled with cheerleaders and jockeys'.
I looked down at the tray. Chad was definitely a lifesaver. He had gotten me lasagne, a large coke, two chocolate bars and an apple. I thrust the soda back into the boy's hands; he was still looking at me with an amused expression on his face. I ate ravenously, barely noticing the girl who had silently slipped into the seat next to me until she gave a small shriek. Nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Oh my god!" she cried, looking at me, her blue eyes' wild. She pointed to my food. "What are you eating?"
"Don't worry," I told her gently. "I'm pacing myself. " The boy on my side laughed,
"I like this girl," he said. The still had a shocked expression on her face so I decided to break the tension. After a small moment, she shook my hand and I noticed she had perfect, manicured nails.
"Another phoney," I muttered to myself when she pulled her hand away. The boy looked like he was stifling a laugh.
"What was that?" asked the girl curiously. I plastered a smile on my face and turned towards her again.
"I said it was a pleasure to meet you." She smiled back and seemed to relax a little.
"I'm Jam," said the boy next to me. I gave him a genuine smile.
"What does that stand for? Jammy dodgers?"
Rhiannon and the girl chucked appreciatively. Jam grinned.
"It stands for Jamie, but only my friends call me Jam."
"Am I your friend?" I asked interestedly, taking a sip of my coke. He laughed.
"If you want to be," he said. I smiled.
"Sure." I once again turned back to my food.
"I'm Shannon by the way," said the blue eyed girl next to me.
"Pleasure," I said. She looked at me intently.
"You're Chad's sister, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. She looked at me more closely.
"You don't look like him," she said frowning.
"Maybe he failed to mention I was his step sister," I said, taking a bite of my chocolate.
"Wow," whispered Rhiannon as if I had just announce I was a witch or something. "So how does it feel being in a dysfunctional family?" Unfortunately, she said this while I was sipping my coke so half of the contents that was fizzing in my mouth was immediately spat out. Shannon slapped me hard on the back.
"Thanks," I said gratefully.
"Ignore her," said Shannon. "She asks really silly questions." She threw Rhiannon a sharp look and Rhiannon at least had the grace to blush.
"So," said Shannon, turning to me. "Is your stepmother an evil witch?"