Ava Sollard walked into the canteen, cautiously dodging ill-placed limbs and food trays. As she moved into the bustling line, she took a tray of her own and inspected the food choices. After taking a glance at the...interesting...options, she settled for an apple and left the line prematurely.
Her lens covered eyes scanned the multiple tables, and she hoped that at least one of them would be empty. She sighed as she glanced over the final table; they were all occupied, not a single empty one. Deciding on one of the few tables that only had one person, she weaved through the crowd and took a seat across from a young man eating what looked like a hot dog.

Pulling a history book from her heavy book bag, she took a bite from her apple and sent a quick glance the man's way. He looked nice enough, yet something about him made her feel nervous and awkward.
The message over the intercom echoed through the canteen and got mixed replies. Boos from the Jocks and the rich Kids, woots from the Geeks, and well, everything inbetween from the inbetweeners.