St Lukes food hall by Hannah, Maddy and Anetema

The booming from the cooking grills bounced in and out of my ears. The aroma of deep fried chips crawled up my nose. Spicy, hot curry burnt my twisted tongue. Everywhere I looked teenagers were texting on their new, shiny phones. I felt the icy cold drink bubble up my nose. The waiters at the restaurants spluttered orders at the chefs. Warm crispy doughnuts lumbered through my nose. Juicy hamburgers filled my mouth with perfection. Cleaners mopped the dirty, sticky floors. Salty chips made my fingers unbearably greasy.