Chapter 8 I washed Quinn's silk dress . [ ] But I ruined it . [ ] On purpose . Dad hit me again , and at Quinn's instigation , he imposed " economic sanctions " on me . [ ] The most direct impact was that Dad stopped giving me spending money . [ ] Fortunately , Mom's breakfast stand got up and running , and just as I'd imagined , Mom's cooking skills meant good business . Mom Mom never asked if I'd eaten breakfast - every day when I passed by , she'd stuff a taco into my hands , along with milk . [ ] She barely had time to say two words to me before she had to rush back to her stall . [] The so - called " stall " was just a table and a stool . I had no idea how she managed to haul all that stuff there by herself . [ ] I had no money for food , and I couldn't bring myself to ask Mom for money . I knew that once I asked , she'd fight tooth and nail to get me back . But I never wanted to be her burden again . ] ] I didn't want her to have to grovel to others just to support me , only to die young again . [ ] Now , without the pressure of supporting me , she didn't need to work three jobs a day like in my past life . [ ] But I was really hungry . [ ] Maybe it was because this body was still growing - I had zero tolerance for hunger . ] At lunchtime , while other students ate their delicious meals , I could only keep filling my stomach with water . " Sienna , aren't you eating lunch ? " my desk partner Charlotte asked curiously . [ ] I kept my eyes on my book . " I'm not hungry yet . " [ ] " I bought an extra potato pancake tonight and I'm too full to finish it . Want it ? " [ | ] My eyes lit up with hunger , and I grabbed the potato pancake from Charlotte's hand , wolfing it down in two or three bites . My fierce speed stunned Charlotte . She hesitantly held out the half eaten potato pancake in her other hand : " If you don't mind … " I took it directly and ate it , showing through my actions that I didn't mind ! } Charlotte pouted - she'd only been being polite . ] Chapter 8 One and a half potato pancakes only filled me about ten percent , and I realized starving like this wasn't sustainable . I grinned at Charlotte somewhat lecherously : " Charlotte , I need a favor . " [ ] My earlier ravenous display had genuinely scared Charlotte . [ ] She shuddered and refused bluntly : " I don't have money … " [ ] Two voices spoke simultaneously . [ ] Me : " It's not about money . " ]] Dante : " I have money . " [ ] I squinted at Dante and said reluctantly : " It's not about money . If Charlotte won't help , I guess you could . " [ ] Borrowing money could only solve the immediate problem . I could still tell the difference between one full meal and regular full meals . [ ] Charlotte raised her hand then : " Sienna , I can help ! " Fine , the more help the better . ( 0 )