"Tch, the food takes like shit. It's like they forgot to kill it before they cooked it." The red head said as he looked down at what was claimed to be food. The meatloaf that was served to him was stone gray and certainly as cold as a stone in a river of melted glacier water. The peas were orange and the carrots were green, emitting a smell that seemed more familiar with arsenic than actually food. He dipped his spoon into a bowl of mashed potatoes...or what really seemed to be more like an unknown substance that was far from food. Even though he hate the slop calmly like the man he was, he'd rather eat a bowl of nails without any milk than eat this imitation. To call it an imitation would be an insult to food that tried to imitate food. This was a plain fuck you to the students who weren't in the student council or a dog that followed all of these nonsensical strict rules imposed by the queen of this school. 

He heard a squelching noise and Lloyd saw his meatloaf was beginning to crawl away from his try. It turned to look at him and it hissed at him before it kept moving on. "Oh hell no!" The Brit grabbed the living meatloaf creature and threw it against the wall with full force, causing the thing to splat against the wall all the way on the other side of the cafeteria, near the student council table. "Not even a man should be forced to eat that crap!" 

Today was his first day in Sengoku High. He arrived in Japan from Britain only three days ago and was only just adjusting to his surroundings. As of now he was living with his godmother who got him into the school after he got kicked out of his old school for beating a thug into a blood stain. Coming into this school was certainly a shocker; it seemed more like a place to house monsters like him under the rule of a ruthless master. To call this a school wouldn't be accurate. It was more like a prison camp where only the ones who suck up the most get benefits. It wasn't like any school he'd been too before and by god he wasn't going to become a dog nor will he be treated lesser than a maggot. 

Lloyd lit up a cigarette and leaned back in his seat, puffing out a ring of smoke from his lips. "God this is so boring. Somethings needs to happen!"