[center][h1][color=limegreen][u]Beth Carson[/u][/color][/h1][/center] The boy with the bright pink stripe in his black hair stood up and left the table almost immediately after Beth sat down, though he did return Beth’s smile of politeness. Beth wondered, albeit briefly, if she had done something to upset him as she watched him leave the cafeteria before she began digging into her food. Though she hadn’t realized it until then, she was actually quite hungry, having thrown up most of her lunch during the boat ride over to the island due to her seasickness. Needless to say, the chicken parmesan was absolutely delicious, with the texture and strength of the flavor being just right, though she wouldn’t say that it was quite as good as her uncle’s. Due to her small size, however, she became full rather quickly, even when she was feeling ravenous. That, in addition to the contribution to her fullness from the glass of root beer that she had gotten, meant that she would more than likely be unable to actually finish her meal, let alone get seconds. As she was eating, Beth was joined by a woman of darker skin that could only be described, by Beth at least, as gigantic, easily being five or six times Beth’s size, if not more. Despite how intimidating the woman appeared outwardly, she seemed nice enough as she introduced herself as Michelle. Of course, she seemed to believe that Beth was an actual child, which wasn’t surprising at all, as that was literally everybody’s initial guess as to her age. [color=limegreen]”Sorry to burst your bubble,”[/color] Beth said after swallowing her mouthful of food, turning in her chair to face Michelle, [color=limegreen]”but I’m not a little kid. I’m actually just a really short fifteen year old. And my name is Elizabeth Carson, but you can call me Beth. It’s nice to meet you.”[/color] After Beth had said her piece, she loaded her fork up with more food and slid it into her mouth, inwardly hoping that she hadn’t ticked the other woman off with her tone. That wouldn’t end well at all.