[i]Prison slop, how appetizing[/i]. Clare thought to herself as she entered the cafeteria. As she did so , she noticed her short bed hair standing up in places. 
Well, shit. Not like she had any reason to look prim and proper here , out of all places.She joined the long line at her own pace. She was in no hurry to get to the rest of her day. As she waited in line her thoughts drifted pack to more pleasant days, days where she lived quite comfortably. 

"Now sit down"
The guard's harsh voice stopped Clare's train of thoughts in its tracks. She looked in the direction of the sound and noticed that it came from over a table in the corner.She recognized the people at the table as Sloan from her cell and the other was Erika, one of the troublemakers around here.She noticed how Ericka taunted Sloan, along with the rest of the rowdy individuals in the room and she sighed.Why was everyone here so damn violent?Then again, this was prison after all.Clare felt slightly frustrated.She deserved better.. In her eyes , what she had done was nothing wrong.

[i]Dipshit! You gonna dream all day?[/i] said the person behind her.

Clare murmured a half-hearted apology before leaving the line.
She then searched for an empty table.To her empty tables were the best; no company, no drama.Having found an empty table, she sat down and prodded at her food with a spoon.Her food was all vegetarian-soggy bread and an over sized serving of salad.Clare wasn't vegetarian, but since she couldn't be sure about the type of meat they served, she played it safe by taking only vegetarian food. 

As she ate her food, she thought of her powers and how they had been reduced to almost nothing. All she could do was change the form of her hand at most.No one knew what her powers did and Clare intended to keep it that way for as long as she could.