At college, going to my locker for my lunch (Marmite roll, apple and drink) a girl said 'You must all come to mine for lunch, it's end of term tomorrow!' - so we did. There were ten of us. I'd left my backpack, heavy with books, in the locker, along with my lunch.
We arrived at an immaculate, new house, with little furniture. 'We're in the garden' she said, so we sat on the grass (no chairs) and she brought a jug of water and plastic cups. I thought that was very odd.
Do you all like pizza? Yes, we did. No food appeared and she sat chatting, all about how her brother was home for the summer, they didn't get along, so she'd asked her boyfriend if she could stay.
'I've tricked him.' she said 'I asked him straight after sex, so he couldn't say no. I'm not going home, though, I'll get pregnant and we'll have to get married! (said triumphantly). Oh dear, I did feel awkward. We looked at each other, thinking she was crazy.
Still no food and tummy rumbling, I eventually mentioned that we were due back in fifteen minutes. The doorbell rang, the pizzas (that I'd hoped she was cooking) had arrived and she said:
'That's ten pounds each.' I had no money, they had a little - but the food went away again!