Scott sighed, smoke trickling out of his mouth. "I don't know if I can eat without smoking my food." He muttered. He watched the other kids, a sad expression on his face. "Do any of you guys think you're unable to eat food?" He muttered, furious. [i]It's so unfair. Whenever I eat, it's late shoving solid smoke into my mouth. [/i] "Maybe I could find a way around it somehow." He said it outloud, even though he didn't mean to. He looked down, trying to avoid attention, which was somewhat difficult, with the smoke drifting away from him.