God Bless, Chapter 1
He wasn't a fan of temperatures that began with a minus sign. Even less when the heater in the car didn’t work. Chris’s teeth chattered away like there was no tomorrow, nearly drowning out the syrupy White Lion ballad on the radio.
God Bless, Chapter 2
What Chris would've given for a candy bar or a bag of chips. The hunger pangs clawed at him, louder and more intense. The snickers of the other students around him added to his discomfort.