Post by amelia astrid o'malley on Jan 27, 2010 12:10:28 GMT -5
With the wind howling about outside Amelia opted for the less hazardous area of the cafeteria to eat her lunch. She preferred eating outside or even in the computer lab but with weather not permitting one and a remedial class removing her second option, the only other alternative had been the cattle mart. That was what she had always termed the place as the students filtering in and out appeared nothing more than bovine distilleries to her.
Filling her tray with an apple, juice box of blackcurrant squash and a bowl of jello she looked about at the various watering holes for space. Being a mistress meant she had the choice to shove just about any slave aside to make room for herself but Amelia rarely used her status like that. It abhorred her greatly that her beloved brother would and could often abuse his slaves the way he did. She was spoilt and indulged but surprisingly only let it show at very opportune moments.
Finding a table half empty she waltzed her way over and lowering her tray gave her customary half smile. The jell-o had been a save option, heavens only knew what was in the meat selection or the sandwiches for that matter. Even the jell-o cups somedays seemed detrimental to your health. Popping open her juice box she sighed, it was such a junior school thing to drink and yet she could seriously care less.
A few class mates passed and waved to her, she gave a curt nod and gave the slightest of waves. A boy approached her sliding money over as if she were dealing in drugs or something, all very mysterious. Amelia routed around in her bag, took out a small envelope and handed it over with the tips of her fingers. She could care less if he got caught with a fake id. She'd deny everything, she was very good at that. Once he had moved on she looked back at the selection on her tray, pushed her jell-o aside and picked up her apple. With a sigh she bit in.
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