[color=mediumpurple][center][h2]Rachel Jones[/h2][/center][/color]
Location: Vending Marching/Cafeteria 

Rachel felt her heart sinking further and further into her stomach for every second of awkward and very hostile silence that occurred between her and the unknown silent guy. She had seen him roll his eyes at her, though she couldn't understand why. Hadn't she only asked a simple question? Rachel looked at the boy and clenthced her hands into a fist. Nothing irritated her more than being treated as if she were stupid. Especially for no apparent reason. Quickly and silently the unnamed guy reached out and began pressing buttons on the vending machine, leaving Rachel only to gawk and watch as snack after snack tumbled down. No Name/No Words grabbed his breakfast and without speaking once, he was gone. But after that oh-so-smooth interaction what else could she expect, that he would stay? [color=mediumpurple]Well it was nice talking to you too.[/color] Rachel mumbled to his back as she hugged herself, she suddenly felt very small as she stood there in a shocked silence.

Part of Rachel wanted to follow him and figure out what his problem was. She had done nothing to him, yet he treated her like garbage. However, the other, larger, part of Rachel felt more empty somehow. Her whole life she had been used to being left out and discarded. She never really had made friends, her father had disappeared the second he found out about her, and none of her biological family had wanted to take her in after her mother passed. She never really got used to being alone, but maybe that's just how her life was supposed to be. 

She stared at a spot on the hallway floor realizing that this encounter had taken away any trace of hunger and will to interact with the others that she had within her before. Between her nightmare and this kid, today was already shaping up to be testing. And that was before whatever actual tests they were supposed to endure today. Inside of the cafeteria she could smell food of some sort and she could hear the chatter of the others. [i]I should join them.[/i] Rachel thought to herself as she slid down the wall of the hallway until she was sitting down, long legs stretching in front of her. Maybe she should, but not yet. She wasn't ready for the possibility of another rejection like that.