The table shook when another person sat down with their horrific looking food, causing Ava's half eaten apple to fall on the rather disgusting floor. She slowly lifted her gaze to the man next to her. Surveying his appearence with an irritated look she sighed and continued her book. She didn't bother retrieving her apple, it had probably rotted by now.

She mentally wondered when lunch would be over, and hoped to God it would be soon. The classrom was her safe-haven, second only to the library. The smell of paper and pencil shavings always calmed her nerves.