The casual way he handled her made her stomach turn. She wanted to push him away, but to do that she would have to uncross her arms, and if she did, she risked exposing herself through the enormous armholes of the T-shirt. She kept her arms pinned...
Chuka sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped, fiddling with the zip of his school bag. He finally looked up at his mother, his voice low but urgent. “Mum, please. You need to speak to John. He’s the one making my life miserable at school...
