It's lunch time when I find myself animatedly walking to the cafeteria. I'm fucking starving for not eating anything in the morning and yesterday night. Everything in this place is getting a little used to. I missed breakfast because I woke up late and I couldn't find anywhere to get something to eat. After Chemistry ended and I had that weird conversation with Professor Holmes, I stayed sharp in my next classes and thankfully nothing happened. I didn't blackout or sketch out an unplanned drawing. Top of my list is searching for Emilia St. Cloud.

The cafeteria is crowded with students, and because I don't know anyone here, I feel like the shy new girl. I feel I don't know people because nobody even bothered to ask for my name or how I'm settling. I do not like feeling like this at all.

I head straight for the tray stand and grab a tray before going queue behind people waiting to get their foods while the line goes on, I notice there's only one woman in a white chef outfit, hairnet and apron. There is a long line of food, I don't think just one person can handle it and speaking of foods, everything on the menu today is mouth watering and I want to get a taste of everything but I'm afraid I can't. My allowance is, well, let's just say it's not as much as I thought it would be.

"Are you new here?" A feminine voice asks in front of me, breaking me from my thought.

I look up to see the woman standing behind the counter. Surprise to see her smiling at me. Elaine from my old school's cafeteria would scowl and make snide remarks.

I nod, answering her question. "Yes. What gave me away?"

"You keep looking at everything like you want devour it but can't afford." She analysis me.

"That's exactly what I was doing. I should probably keep it down before anyone else notice," I reply with a smile.

She chuckles while her eyes follows the other students movement. "Pick anything you want hon, your tuition fee covers everything." She informs me.

It does? I never knew and thank God she told me. Now, I'm free to eat anything I want. This is the only thing I like the school.

"Cami Stark?" She says my name like she isn't sure if it's me.

I nod. "That is me," I answer and before I can ask how she knows, she  smiles and reaches for my tray. "The Headmaster told me about you. And he put me in charge of you, from today onward, you'll be getting your food from me, and you can write the list of things you like and don't like. What can I get you?" She asks.

I smile. "Wow!" I'm surprised they can do that. "I didn't know you could do that, it feels like I'm getting special treatment." I say and look beside me to see students shooting invisible lasers at me, I'm holding up the line and they can't move unless I shift. "Definitely special treatment. I'll get every one of the greens."

She chuckles. "What can I say? We love to take care of all our students." She responds and begins to fill my tray with burger, salad, frozen yogurt and fruits. "Here you go darling."

I smile. "Thanks."

"Camille."

I turn around to leave but stop when she calls me. "Don't hesitate to ask me anything."

I nod in understanding. Trust me I won't. "Thanks..." I trail off when I realize I don't know her name.

"Martha," She senses my struggles and is nice enough to put me out of my misery.

"Martha. Thank you, Martha," I smile.
She replies with a warm smile. I nod and walk away. 

Gripping the tray on both hands, I take steps forward, ignoring the rude comments the students waiting in line are tossing at me. I don't have problem with people saying shit about me behind my back as long as it's not in front of me. I stop walking to look around for an empty seat. This is my first time in the cafeteria, I've been eating junks in the dorm's kitchen. Everywhere is occupied except a table at the extreme end of the hall, a good place for me to hide till I can get the hang of this place.

Smiling, I take a step and the next thing I know, I'm on the ground, falling forward on my front with my lunch flying off.

What happened? I know didn't trip, so how did I fall?

I groan when I try to move, feeling a sharp pain on my chest. Something is definitely cracked. I look forward to see my lunch is still intact, everything is in a takeaway pack. I push myself up with my hands and crawl to where the food is scattered on the floor, I kneel and begin to pick them before putting them back on the tray.

"Seeing her crawling and kneeling brings a new meaning to this whole thing," someone comments behind me but I ignore it. Here I was thinking no one saw it. I grab my tray and get back on my feet. "Aim for the kneels next time. I can't take that image off my head." I hear a familiar voice mock behind me.

I turn around to see Alyssa, Penelope and a girl I am yet to meet standing with their tray hanging on their hands. Now, I know who that giggle belongs to.

"Did you do this? Did you make me fall?" I demand.

I knew immediately I met these girls that I was going to have problems with them. They just don't know what I'm capable of and I pity them.

Penelope shrugs. I don't know what her problem is with me. She doesn't know me and yet she hates me. "There is something called a Trip Spell, you should know that," She says and look around in fake shock. "Oh wait, you can't," trying to act surprised as she covers her neck with her hand. "You just started the basic spell class, next time watch where you are going." With that she walks away.

Alyssa and the girl follow behind her, I scoff and shake my head. They really don't know who they are dealing with.

"And it will be nice to keep it that way." A voice replies in my head, I don't have to look around to know who it is. And this just confirms my suspicions that Roman was the one who wrote the glittery message in my note. He is the one I heard in my head that day on the road with my parents. He just communicated with me telepathically, and somehow he is eating without looking suspicious, maybe a little weird since he is eating with the twins.

I frown and before I can start walking towards the empty table I saw, Ari calls me. "Hey, Camille!" I tilt my head to see her smiling. "Come sit with us," She offers.

I wait for any kind of protest from Roman but he continues eating his food.

Whatever, it's not like he's going to ask me to leave when I get there.

I turn my heel and head towards their table. I drop my tray on the table and slide in the seat in front of them. Roman is sitting between them, eating his sandwich.

"Where have you been?" Brie asks curiously. "We waited for you to come to us but you didn't."

Wait... They were waiting for me to come to them. Wow. That is not abnormal at all.

"I was catching up on a most needed sleep." I answer them before unpacking my food. God! These smell and looks good, I can't wait to start eating.

I haven't done much in the last two days. I've been sleeping a lot and every time I wake up it's like I haven't slept at all. I guess having nothing to do have change how I do things. I've only been here for two days and I already my life will suck because I'm so bored out of my mind. I can't do anything except from draw because frankly that's the only thing I can do right these days.

"Why are you having a salad?" Ari asks, changing the topic with commenting on my sleep schedule.

Why am I having a salad? I love to know what is inside the thing I consume and since this is my first time tasting the cafeteria food, I need to start from the easiest. The greens.

"I got burger too." I add in case if the salad is the only thing she can see.

"You are weird." Both of them say.

I raise my eyebrows in question. "I'm weird? Have you two met yourselves?"

What's weird about what I just said? This just tells me more about them, which probably just gave me more things to think about. They are the only people that talks to me at the moment and I'm not sure how I feel about it. They are everything I'm not and don't need in my life. I've said it before and I'll say it again, the only thing stopping them from being the same person is the separate bodies.

Ari smiles and parts her lips to speak but her smile fades. "Freak show, nine o'clock." She warns.

That makes me laugh even if I'm a bit confused. "What's a f-"

I stop talking when someone slams their hand down beside my tray, my now open and ready to eat food. My gaze follow the hand to it's owner, I don't have to look, I can smell shit from a thousand mile.

"Hello Penelope," the irritation is obvious. What does she wants now? I don't bother to ask her as my gaze goes to the third girl that follows her and Alyssa. "Hey there third girl, my name is Cami, I'm Alyssa's roommate."

"You are in our sit." Penelope says, not wasting time.

In their sit? What is this, a personal cafeteria where everyone get to own where they done?

I look at the girls for confirmation. Brie gives me a small shake to know that they are liars. Ari is looking as if she waiting for her favorite show to start and Roman isn't doing anything, he is just staring at his empty plate.

I turn my head and look up to Penelope. "I'm sorry." It isn't as sincere as I make it sound. "I didn't see your name on it." I reply.

She's seems surprise or maybe it's shock, but she feels something at my reply. She wasn't expecting that kind of comeback. She should have known I wouldn't back down, I guess Alyssa didn't tell her how our first meeting went.

I know people like Penelope and Alyssa, they are the most popular, stylish and probably the captain of the cheerleading squad. I am them in my old school and all the people I surrounded myself with are mean fucking bullies. I know she's going to give me a reply or do something I won't like, but as the time goes on, nothing comes from her mouth.

"That what I thought." I say with the thought of her backing off. "Nice talk girls, we should do this again sometimes but remember not to mess with me, I can be a nasty fucking bitch when I'm pissed off." I meant for it to come out as a threat but it came out as a warning. Whichever one they choose to accept, I'm okay with it as long as they get the message I'm trying to pass.

Penelope's eyes widen and she leans back, taking her hand off the table. I'm happy they chose the easy way because I was kind about what I said, bitch Cami is my favorite.

When I'm sure there isn't going to be trouble, I turn to my food, catching the surprise look on Brie and Ari's faces, Roman is still acting like nothing is going on but if I wasn't concentrating, I wouldn't have noticed the way he's fist and his jaw clenched. He looks angry but I don't know why and since he hasn't written anything in glitter message for me or slip into my head, I know it's not me he's angry at me.

Whatever, I don't have time to waste on analysing Roman, I've got better things to do like food.

I put the fork in my salad and raise it to my ready parted mouth. I moan as my lips closes around the fork before slipping it out. It's like I haven't eaten in–

My thoughts cut short when I see something liquid pour from above. In horror, I watch the liquid go into my salad. The giggles happening behind me just angers me more as Penelope empty the orange juice all over my tray, and goes as far as dropping the bottle on my lap.

"Not so tough now, are you?" She whispers the words in my ear, not liking the feel of her breath on me.

I smile painfully because the pain I'm feeling right now is next level. All day I've been looking forward to lunch and some bitch thinks she can just mess up my day. Nuh uh.

"What did I just say about messing with me?" I push my tray forward and stand up.

"Camille, don't!" Brie and Ari warns like they know what I'm about to do.

I ignore them and turn around to look at the girls with my fingers curls inward in a tight fist. Penelope is wearing a satisfying expression on her face. "You just wasted my lunch and all you have to say is that I'm not so tough." I try to keep my composure, I really do but the next words out of her mouth just snaps the last thread I'm using to keep calm.

She crosses her arm over her chest. "Watch how to speak to me, in here people like you don't matter. People like me eat girls like you for breakfast. You think you're so tough because you can run your mouth, but not in here because you are in my kingdom bitch." She says, not sounding like the princess I made her out to be. "Nice talk girl, we should do it again sometime."

Oh hell fucking no.

She moves to leave but I don't know let it happen as I pull her back and connect my fist with her jaw, I swear I hear a bone crack.

This gets people's attention. Everyone standing up from their seat and moving our direction, murmuring and whispering to each other.

"You bitch!" She screams and cover her mouth, I see her minions cower behind the audience we have.

I smirk in satisfaction. "Not so tough now, are you? Who's the bitch now?"

I take threaten steps towards her, she moves back. "This was your kingdom but I'm here now, it's my motherfucking queendom, bitch. Read my lips, if you ever try to do that to me again, I'll do more than break your jaw. Do I make myself clear?"

This is how you make a statement. With your words and fist. Doing this will change the way people see you and right now I know everyone is already judging me inside. It's a good thing I don't give a toss what they think about me. I've said what I said, anyone with problem should face me and I will let them know I'm not a nice person.

Penelope nods as tears rolls down her cheek. "Good. We are done here." I sigh and turn back with my eyes shut as satisfying as that was, I can't help but feel, I don't know, guilty? Am I supposed to feel like that?

I don't get answer the question when I hear someone clear his throat. I open my eyes slowly and gasp when I see Headmaster Wallace standing in front. And boy, he does not look happy.

"Oh shit."