Chapter 5
The next day at school, Billy sat next to Daisy at lunch. “How do they even qualify this as food? Billy asked her. “I thought when you got to your senior year, they would have better food.” He said as he picked up his rectangular piece of pizza. “I thought pizza slices were always triangles.”
Daisy laughed. “No, they have pretty much always been rectangles since elementary school here. Were they triangles at the school you moved from?” “I almost...
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