Post by Annika~ on Oct 21, 2009 19:56:32 GMT -5
[OOC: Any student or teacher is welcome. c: Go ahead, sit down with Gianna and feel bad for her.]
Gianna edged her way though the hallway mosh-pit to lunch. There was no escaping the crowd of fellow teenagers snacking on the questionable food they served in the cafeteria, the chatter of girls text-messaging each other from across their lunch tables. There were the guys, seated in a corner, just as obnoxious as they were the previous year. Lunch was mandatory, just like all the other classes. This didn't stop kids from cutting lunch to go get McDonalds, just like kids would cut class to go to a coffee shop and have a smoke.
As usual, the smell of sweaty teenagers and hastily made food left Gianna not hungry at all, despite the fact that she had been starving all day. She really, really, would have rather died than have to stand in the mile-long line for some food that she would never bother eating. But she knew guidance counselors would look at her suspiciously if she came out of the room with nothing in her hands. Eating disorder, they would immediately think. It wasn't true; she loved not only junk food but practically anything edible. She was sometimes touchy about her weight, out of insecurity, but it had never occurred to her to stop eating.
Instead, she took an apple from the neat stack, set out on a table, probably for decoration, and moved out to find a table.
This is the part I hate.
Jace had decided to brown-bag it. He didn't want to risk cafeteria food, despite the fact that it was apparently not that bad. He stood, searching for a familiar face.
Ah, yes. An empty table. A fresh start. Maybe I can start my own clique.
Gianna grinned at the thought of it as she set her apple down and watched a few football players arguing about something she couldn't hear. That wasn't very likely--she wasn't enough of a social butterfly to do anything like that.
Maybe someone I know will come and sit with me...hopefully.
Gianna edged her way though the hallway mosh-pit to lunch. There was no escaping the crowd of fellow teenagers snacking on the questionable food they served in the cafeteria, the chatter of girls text-messaging each other from across their lunch tables. There were the guys, seated in a corner, just as obnoxious as they were the previous year. Lunch was mandatory, just like all the other classes. This didn't stop kids from cutting lunch to go get McDonalds, just like kids would cut class to go to a coffee shop and have a smoke.
As usual, the smell of sweaty teenagers and hastily made food left Gianna not hungry at all, despite the fact that she had been starving all day. She really, really, would have rather died than have to stand in the mile-long line for some food that she would never bother eating. But she knew guidance counselors would look at her suspiciously if she came out of the room with nothing in her hands. Eating disorder, they would immediately think. It wasn't true; she loved not only junk food but practically anything edible. She was sometimes touchy about her weight, out of insecurity, but it had never occurred to her to stop eating.
Instead, she took an apple from the neat stack, set out on a table, probably for decoration, and moved out to find a table.
This is the part I hate.
Jace had decided to brown-bag it. He didn't want to risk cafeteria food, despite the fact that it was apparently not that bad. He stood, searching for a familiar face.
Ah, yes. An empty table. A fresh start. Maybe I can start my own clique.
Gianna grinned at the thought of it as she set her apple down and watched a few football players arguing about something she couldn't hear. That wasn't very likely--she wasn't enough of a social butterfly to do anything like that.
Maybe someone I know will come and sit with me...hopefully.
