#Chapter 97: False Narratives

Hannah The kids all looked up in unison at the sound of the voice. One little boy gasped: “Alpha Drake!” Indeed, there he was: Drake, in all his glory, standing against a nearby wall with his hands in his pockets. He had a grin on his face as he pushed away from the wall and approached. “Hannah,” he said, stopping a few feet in front of me. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” I rose and wiped my hands off on the front of my pants. “I could say the same thing about you,” I said, walking a little ways away with him so we could have some privacy and avoid riling up the kids even further. “I wouldn’t guess you’d take part in something like this.” “Is it really so surprising?” Drake raised an eyebrow, but the smile on his lips remained. “I saw the advertisements for this and decided to contribute to the fundraising efforts.” He held up a bag of muffins. I couldn’t help but smile in return. “That’s very kind of you.” Drake merely shrugged and reached