Snippet #1764434

Ariellaen had leaned against the wall of the cafeteria, far away from the others, nose scrunched up a bit at how she hated the hated the food here. The remaining smell was still in the air, if not only barely. The poor excuse to be called 'food' interfered with her diet's calorie intake and amount of carbs that she stuck strictly to. The dirty blonde haired girl (that brown part of her hair, she doesn't bother to include it with her blonde locks) thanked the gods that she at least had a very small granola bar snack before she found out that she was stuck here, so she wasn't starving. It was too bad that she had finished eating it though. She suspected that her hunger will kick in later.

Ariel wasn't bothered with the cold that seemed to have affected most of the people in the room. Her cheeks were a bit red, but she was perfectly fine. Her light jacket was unzipped, and her arms were crossed, just in case she needed some of her warmth and that her body decided to stop her long time resistance to the cold. Ariel recalled a time when she was in junior high, that the other students called her a 'Human Furnace', since her cheeks were always so warm, and she was always fine in the blistering cold that would descend upon them. So many kids would go up and invade her personal space, just to warm their frozen hands. They got bitten for that.

The math nerd glanced over her shoulder. She had an extra jacket in her bookbag, the reasoning being her mother's constant worrying that 'no matter how much it didn't faze her, she still needed some extra clothing in case something happened.' Something like this. Her mother was right -- as usual. The cold didn't bother her, but rather the fact that she was stuck in a room of people she would consider as idiots or otherwise. People she did not like. Ariel glared even harder. She'd much rather be curled up at home, on the couch with her father, being the bit of a Daddy's Little Girl she was, watching the news. Perhaps she'd have some super cold ice cream while her sister would look on like she was crazy, and share some with her brother, who would enjoy it with her. Her mom would be sewing something together, and it'd be content. But no. She was stuck here, with these people that she, in the necessity of repeating so, did. Not. Like.

She scowled again. Her cell phone wasn't working, and her parents were probably worried. Ariel slide down the wall, leaning against it some more as she sat on the floor, (whether it was sanitary or not, at this point, she did not care) legs propped out, and stayed in her little 'bubble', distancing herself away from the others. 12 hours of this was going to be mere torture.