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Post by CHEYENNE BURNHAM on Jan 1, 2013 23:45:00 GMT -5
Cafeteria food, blech. He absolutely hated it, every molecule and atom of it. He couldn't stand being forced to eat cafeteria food again, but drastic times call for drastic measures. His parents haven't sent him his latest bit of food money, so he was stuck eating the cheapest food on Starlight. Did he mention that he hated it? Yes? Oh. Well, he still hates it.
Cheyenne glared down at the tray in his hands, grumbling inaudible curses at the mashed potatoes, green beans, and Salisbury steak. Let's not forget the carton of milk placed off to the corner. At least he wasn't going hungry today. He finally gave into the grumbling and moaning of his stomach. The teen huffed, red eyes moving from the tray and the pathetic excuse for food to the tables. There weren't that many people in the dining hall today, probably because everyone else could afford food for today. Oh well, that meant a nice, relaxing, quiet lunch to himself.
Finally willing his feet to move, Cheyenne headed over to a table in the far back corner besides a window. At least he would have something to stare out of, something to preoccupy him as he picked at his food. He could also be studying for his next class, but that would require actually caring enough to take out a textbook. Hm... That actually wasn't a bad idea. No, wait. Screw that. It was a horrible idea. Sitting down, the freshman placed his tray on the table and let his bag lazily slide off of his shoulder and onto the floor. He picked up a fork and preceded to poke at his 'steak' halfheartedly.
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