Post by Miss Murder on Apr 1, 2009 18:23:38 GMT -5
Wandering the halls on his one free day was probably unacceptable, but if it was he'd explain in the up most respect that it was his way of getting acquainted with the campus. So far that day things had gotten pretty interesting, as in getting locked in a closet and having a teacher preform CPR on you. Both were rather unfortunate. He had managed to make his new, older room mate believe he was a complete and total loser. It wasn't that he expected his room mate to be overly happy to be sharing his once empty and private room with a first year, but he had flattered himself with the hope. Then, there was Mr. Borger who he had burst out crying in front of. Just the thought of those few not to far away moments - made him flush in shame. Sure, he missed Flipper, just the thought even now made him teary, but his behavior early wasn't as pose as he had hoped for.
Walking by the cafeteria he slowed down to a stop. It would be fine to pick up a sandwich on his way back, right? That way he wouldn't have to leave the dorm again for no reason. Hearing the bell rang he made his decision and rushed into the empty room. This period was lunch for the other students as well so he could probably get away with it. Rushing into the assembly line he looked at the cups of fruit and vegetables lined up. He could already hear impatient students' feet racing down the halls to get served first. Sorry, he thought mentally, I got here first today. Grabbing a fruit cup, which was filled with pineapple and kiwi, he moved down the line. Skipping the cup of vegetation, since it looked rather dry, he moved down only to freeze at the main dish. Fish.
The world seemed to want to constantly remind him of his own personal suffering, didn't it? Swallowing a lump in his throat his eyes began to feel itchy again. Fish that were once just like Flipper. That friendly, lovable fish whom would blow bubbles at his owner. Christian had felt great affection toward the carnival won fish. He, slowly over time, had grown bigger. The women, whose red hair was pulled back into a hair net, questioned him gently. "What would you like? It's best if you decide soon.. The kids are getting a tad impatient."
He was pulled out of his pondering with that. Realizing that he had frozen up in the middle of picking his meal he glanced to his left. There, stood ravenous teenager boys. Most of their eyes directed toward Christian impatiently waiting their turn. One, actually had skipped over him. "Um," he stumbled awkwardly, feeling under pressure, "I just want a peanut butter sandwich please."
The lady smiled warmly, "No fish?" she said as simply as it could be said. She didn't know the affect it would have on the teenager to her defense.
"No!" he burst out harshly, "how could I eat that fish?" he asked the question with frown inclined in his brow. Feeling even more stupid now that he had flipped out over his choice of food. "Sorry, and thanks," he said as the lady looked concerned as she handed him a sandwich.
When he reached the cashier he realized he had not brought any money with him. So, reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his emergency wallet. There, it contained emergency credit cards and some cash. He didn't really like using it unless it was an emergency, but it would turn into one if he didn't hurry up. Quickly pulling out a five, telling himself he'd replenish his supply later, he told her to keep the change and escaped from the tense line with his tray of food. Looking for a seat he stood next to exit to the line awkwardly. Where was he supposed to sit? Maybe he could just sneak the food back to his door rather than sitting and eating there.
It wasn't that he was shy. In fact he liked to talk to people, but he wasn't good, or bold enough, at just pulling up a chair and sitting at a table. Rather, he had to be invited. Shifting form his left to right foot he scanned the room for any familiar or kind face. Finding himself getting sick with worry he looked down at his tray of food. What now? He looked like an idiot standing up there with a tray of food, but he wasn't going to risk sitting at any table. Someone will come, he thought as optimistically as he could, someone will come and let me sit with them. I'm sure of it.
Walking by the cafeteria he slowed down to a stop. It would be fine to pick up a sandwich on his way back, right? That way he wouldn't have to leave the dorm again for no reason. Hearing the bell rang he made his decision and rushed into the empty room. This period was lunch for the other students as well so he could probably get away with it. Rushing into the assembly line he looked at the cups of fruit and vegetables lined up. He could already hear impatient students' feet racing down the halls to get served first. Sorry, he thought mentally, I got here first today. Grabbing a fruit cup, which was filled with pineapple and kiwi, he moved down the line. Skipping the cup of vegetation, since it looked rather dry, he moved down only to freeze at the main dish. Fish.
The world seemed to want to constantly remind him of his own personal suffering, didn't it? Swallowing a lump in his throat his eyes began to feel itchy again. Fish that were once just like Flipper. That friendly, lovable fish whom would blow bubbles at his owner. Christian had felt great affection toward the carnival won fish. He, slowly over time, had grown bigger. The women, whose red hair was pulled back into a hair net, questioned him gently. "What would you like? It's best if you decide soon.. The kids are getting a tad impatient."
He was pulled out of his pondering with that. Realizing that he had frozen up in the middle of picking his meal he glanced to his left. There, stood ravenous teenager boys. Most of their eyes directed toward Christian impatiently waiting their turn. One, actually had skipped over him. "Um," he stumbled awkwardly, feeling under pressure, "I just want a peanut butter sandwich please."
The lady smiled warmly, "No fish?" she said as simply as it could be said. She didn't know the affect it would have on the teenager to her defense.
"No!" he burst out harshly, "how could I eat that fish?" he asked the question with frown inclined in his brow. Feeling even more stupid now that he had flipped out over his choice of food. "Sorry, and thanks," he said as the lady looked concerned as she handed him a sandwich.
When he reached the cashier he realized he had not brought any money with him. So, reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his emergency wallet. There, it contained emergency credit cards and some cash. He didn't really like using it unless it was an emergency, but it would turn into one if he didn't hurry up. Quickly pulling out a five, telling himself he'd replenish his supply later, he told her to keep the change and escaped from the tense line with his tray of food. Looking for a seat he stood next to exit to the line awkwardly. Where was he supposed to sit? Maybe he could just sneak the food back to his door rather than sitting and eating there.
It wasn't that he was shy. In fact he liked to talk to people, but he wasn't good, or bold enough, at just pulling up a chair and sitting at a table. Rather, he had to be invited. Shifting form his left to right foot he scanned the room for any familiar or kind face. Finding himself getting sick with worry he looked down at his tray of food. What now? He looked like an idiot standing up there with a tray of food, but he wasn't going to risk sitting at any table. Someone will come, he thought as optimistically as he could, someone will come and let me sit with them. I'm sure of it.
