"You have Mrs. Woods this year for history? Dang," Savannah said, flipping her dark, curly hair over her shoulder. They were standing in the lunch line.

"You've heard of her?" Dream asked, frowning.

"Have I heard of her? It's rumored that she's a witch!"

"That explains the almost two months of detention I already have," Dream grumbled. "She gave me four days just for saying 'gosh' during a group discussion. Apparently that's considered a profane word," she said, grabbing a tray.

"Wow," Savannah said, getting a tray for herself. "She does sound really terrible. I feel bad for you."

"Yeah," Dream agreed. "It's okay, though. I don't even know if I'm going to be here for the whole year." Dream covered her mouth with her hand. She hadn't meant to say that. It just slipped out.

Savannah stared at her. "What do you mean?"

"It-it's really complicated," Dream said, holding out her tray. The lunch lady scooped some mashed potatoes on it, adding a drizzle of gravy, then placed a cup of milk on the tray. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"Tell me," Savannah pressed.

Dream hesitated. "Well...my dad is the president of a big company. The CEO of that company is also a close family friend of ours, and he put my dad in charge of, well, many things. It really wasn't easy. Our entire family used to have to move around the world several times a year. Eventually, I got diagnosed with depression and some other stuff because of this constant traveling and having to adapt to new situations all the time, and my dad promised that we'd stop moving around. Well...we stopped moving around as much, but we still haven't stayed in one place for more than a year." Dream had no idea why she was telling this to Savannah, who she just met that day, but somehow, she felt like she could trust this new friend she just made.

"I'm sorry," Savannah said. "That must be really hard for you."

The two girls walked to the other side of the cafeteria, finding an empty table to sit on.

"Look who it is," a taunting voice called from behind them. Dream turned around to see a black-haired girl, smirking at her. She was standing behind Dream with her hands on her hips.

"Oh, great," she muttered under her breath. "Francesca, is it?"

"Heard you got more than a month of detention," Francesca said, smiling. "I'm so sorry. Boo hoo hoo. You must be so sad right now."

"Mind your own business," Dream said, trying not to be bothered by Francesca's rude behavior.

"Somebody's got sass," Francesca sang. "And a lot of stupidity," she said with mock sympathy.

"What the heck," Dream tried to ignore Francesca.

"Oh, and she has depression? From moving around all the time?"

Dream clenched her jaw. Now, that was a step too far. Francesca was going to spill her private information in front of so many people?

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I not supposed to talk about that?"

"Stop it, Francesca," Savannah stood up for Dream.

Francesca shrugged, smiling wickedly. "A word of advice to everyone here," she called out loudly, "Don't spill your dark personal secrets in places where people might hear you."

"Mind your own business," Dream ground out between gritted teeth.

"But I can't," Francesca said, looking at Dream condescendingly. "It's so hard to not mind my own business when someone is wearing clothes that ugly," she said with fake sympathy, giving Dream a once-over. "I mean, seriously? Who the heck would wear that? Ugh!"

Dream scowled. Her clothes weren't that ugly. In her opinion, her clothes weren't ugly at all. How could anyone go wrong with a plain black hoodie and light blue jeans? She looked down at her shoes. Black converse sneakers. What on earth was this girl's problem?

And although her clothing was the least of her issues at the moment, why not say something petty in response to Francesca's annoyingness?

"At least I'm not dressed like a pretty little pampered princess," Dream retorted, feeling her blood boil.

Francesca gasped. "You said what?"

Savannah grabbed Dream's arm. "Stop. It's not worth it. Really."

"Oh," Dream said. "I'll stop all right. But not before I--" Dream scooped up some of her mashed potatoes.

"No! Stop!" Savannah yelled. "It's not worth it!"

But it was too late. Dream flung the mashed potatoes in Francesca's direction.

Francesca screamed and ducked, scurrying away, and the mashed potatoes went flying and hit the person behind her in the face.

"Ow," he grunted, wiping the mashed potatoes off his face with his napkin. He turned to Dream and Savannah, glaring slightly. "Nice to meet you?"

"Uh oh," Savannah said. "Look what you've done."

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