Thalia shouldered her bag as she walked into the canteen, her blue eyes scrutinizing the packs of people in each corner of the room. The girl beside her, on the soccer team, made a sly comment to one of the rich girls and Thalia chuckled. "Yeah well, soccer is boring." The whole group stopped and stared her down. She bit her lip to keep from saying anything else and Thalia smirked, cocking an eyebrow, as the snob took a seat. God, she had only been here a short while but being the only freshman on the starting soccer team made every minute worth it. 

"Thal, you want something to eat?" A upperclassman, teammate questioned and Thalia nodded, following her to the line. 

"What's good here? I usually just stick to my own lunch that I keep back at my dorms." Her teammate turned to her incredulously before practically pulling her to the Italian food line. The announcement cause Thalia to flinch and glare in the direction of the intercom. 

"That's never going to hold up," she assumed, however something told Thalia that it would. "Anyway, come on," she urged her threw the line, ordering some kind of potato soup for the two of them along with a salad. "Coach is having us run today, so I suggest we just share this." Thalia laughed softly and nodded, following her back to the side of the canteen that seemed to be filled with more jocks than any of the rest.