Claire

The food court, inside Claremont Shopping Centre, would have to be one of the busiest places on a Sunday. It was as if people in this town had nothing better to do than to flock to the mall, in hopes of escaping boredom. Gabby took hold of my arm and we weaved through the sea of people, on our search for an empty table.

"There's one, over the back," Gabby shouts to me, almost pulling my arm out of the socket as she drags me to the table she spotted, laying claim to it at the same ...