Chain Mail (Chapter 3)

I stared at my food. My food looked like a frowning face staring back at me. I frowned at it, then mixed it up with my fork. I didn't touch it at all. "Why aren't you eating your food? Are you training it to fly into your mouth?" My mother asked.
"Um,no I was just um...praying...for the chicken...that provided my meal..and all that other stuff." I managed to stutter out.
It was almost time to sleep. I drank a cup of coffee with my dinner. Chicken and coffee did NOT taste good together. But if it was what kept me alive, it was worth it.