Chapter 5: Bullied

The Dining Hall is noisy and filled with people holding trays and speaking into their gadgets. My stomach growls as the smell of chicken teases my nostrils.

I pass by a group of people and they laugh at me.

I know. I look like crap.

I skipped dinner last night, crying and punching the stupid mattress. Then I'd slept rather roughly.

I couldn't find anything to comb my red hair with this morning and I have terrible bed hair. I lost my cosmetic bag at some point in the portal so my skin is dry like desert sand. My eyes are dark and haunted and my uniform doesn't fit.

Worst first school day ever. Can it get any worse?

I follow the crowd and get in the line where I see the chicken being served. More funny looks are tossed in my direction, but I'm in a piss poor mood, and I don't wish to speak to anyone. Not that they even want to speak to me either. Good.

I soon reach the head of the line and I extend my food tray to the lunch lady. Her face, while undeniably beautiful, is twisted into a