[B][U]Sam in the Dining hall[/U][/B]

Sam sat at a table absentmindedly munching away on a green leaf salad with Cesar dressing wishing it had more anchovies. She loved sour things which was why she loved any pickled or brine based foods. Sam didn't know why she liked such foods and always had, her mom had joked about it being her fault for eating too many pickles while carrying Sam.

Looking around the tables Sam's thoughts drifted back to why she was here. She was here to learn to control her gift but she wasn't sure what that meant really. She was pretty good at using it as it was and could practice in front of any mirror.

"Why am I really here?" she thought.
Is it because her parents were afraid of people finding out about her and hurting her or was it because they were afraid of being hurt because of her?