An airhead, that's how others always perceived her. Chess wasn't sure if it was due to her small size or bright smile, but she was always being underestimated. How she loved to surprise others with her knowledge! Chess could see that even now, despite the fact that she had proved herself and gotten into what was supposed to be one of the best schools in the world they were most probably doubting her presence. Chess never belonged anywhere, she never fit in and she wasn't sure why. The girl always did her best, but in the end she almost always stuck out like a sore thumb.
"Nathan, it's a pleasure to meet you." Chess smiled despite the bad pun, she could tell he was nervous and decided that she would simply put his worries at ease by giving him the pleasant expression she most always wore. His voice tasted gray, like a cloudy sky. "Despite what you might be thinking I'm not named for the game, rather I'm named for my great grandmother Charlesse . Chess was what her friends called her so my parents thought it would be cute to name me the same thing." It was a lie. Chess was actually named for the classic black and white checkered board game but others normally found this so odd that she had decided to revamp her naming story to something a bit more classical.
After all, Chess was such an uncommon name, especially for a girl and the fact that Chess could not actually play chess did not help her case any. The girl turned to her plate and took a bite, chewing slowly in order to savor the flavour of her food and maybe in order to avoid more conversation. She could tell that Nathan was not used to speaking to people, the exact opposite of her. While Chess had been at first rejected by her classmates, she had eventually been accepted by them and opened up to become the bubbly, loving girl she is today.
Chess realized there was another boy on her other side. Unlike Nathan though, he was tall and a bit... Scary looking. Chess did not enjoy the looks he was giving her, as though he were sizing up a meal and she swallowed hard, nearly choking on her bite of buttered bread. "How do you do?" There was no point in avoiding conversation as eventually she would have to speak to him. "My name is Chess, who might you be?" The girl inquired with a warm smile.