The next day I went to school as usual. Jane contacted me through our mind link, offering breakfast. Since she said Helen would prepare it for Marco too, I thanked her and said yes. I didn’t want to be troublesome, but Jane convinced me that they cooked a lot, enough for me too.
When Marco came, he smiled and gave me breakfast. “From Helen.” Then Marco stared at me, “It seems Helen has accepted you.”
“Why did you say that?”
“Well, Helen seems not like before. I mean, how she stared at me or treated me.”
“Let’s hope she’ll get over you soon,” I said while opening the breakfast box. It was a beautiful arrangement: sausages in flower form, a perfect sunny side egg shape given eyes, nose, and smiling mouth using seaweed, french fries, some salads, and a slice of orange and a few strawber
