Sylvia still wasn't used to school life. After all, she was just admitted. Walking over to the lunch line, she grabbed some chicken and milk before turning around to view the tables. Of course, all of the teens rushed past her, taking up all of the tables with their cliques. Only one table was still available, and the Neko quietly walked over, awkwardly sitting down.
Upon getting comfortable on the bench, she began fiddling with the plastic fork that came with the meal. She squinted at it. She didn't like forks, and only used them when her family made her. At the academy though, her parents weren't there to see her! She glanced around, making sure no one was watching before stuffing her mouth full of chicken, briefly chewing the white meat before swallowing. She then reached for her milk, and messily drank down half of the carton.
Sylvia didn't have friends... or manners.
Upon getting comfortable on the bench, she began fiddling with the plastic fork that came with the meal. She squinted at it. She didn't like forks, and only used them when her family made her. At the academy though, her parents weren't there to see her! She glanced around, making sure no one was watching before stuffing her mouth full of chicken, briefly chewing the white meat before swallowing. She then reached for her milk, and messily drank down half of the carton.
Sylvia didn't have friends... or manners.