Snippet #1691490

Raven slowly made her way to the cafeteria. As she approached the two doors, she heard a lot of noise. Yelling, cheering, talking. Then someone began to yell at everyone else and all was quiet except the one yelling. He was yelling at people and telling them to stop stealing food. Raven's response was to roll her eyes. Not at the boy, but at the others. Stealing food at a time like this was low and unbelievebly weak. He had finished and people continued about their business whether that business was stealing food from their enemies or whispering quietly amongest themselves. That was Raven's cue to pull up her hood and make her entrance. She slowly walked into the auditorium sized cafeteria and looked around, merely observing. She saw a group of people huddled together. One girl had blankets and doctor's masks. They all looked so close though, they probably just met. Raven looked down at herself. She had no one like that.

At a table on the other side of the room, a girl sat by herself, slowly eating a hotdog. Raven's stomach growled hungrily. She wasn't much of a hot dog fan, but she was too hungry to care. She slowly walked over to the girl, making sure the hood and her bangs covered her eyes, and said in her high, shy voice, "Um... do you think you could make me one? I'm really hungry.." She mentally kicked herself for sounding like such a little kid, but she was shy. She couldn't help it. While waiting for an answer, she watched the group talk and plan and she could help but feel envy slowly eating at her stomach. That feeling mixed with hunger began to make her feel sick. With a sigh, she looked back at the girl and asked, "Do you think I could sit down? I'm not feeling too good.." She was afraid the girl would tell her to "buzz off" or call her a baby or worse. Tell her to "just deal with it". It wouldn't hurt her feelings, but it would pissed her off. When she's pissed, you don't want to mess with her.