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how important he was!”
I quickly averted my eyes and bit my tongue to keep from saying something offensive.
My eyes fell on all the students around us. They were watching and waiting, and I was getting sicker and sicker by the minute.
“Thanks for… this,” Monroe said.
“I’m doing it for you. Not for her,” came Nixon’s reply. “Wouldn’t want anyone uncomfortable.”
I flinched.
Monroe grabbed my hand and placed an access card in it. Somehow it didn’t feel right that she would be afraid of her own brother. But then again maybe this was just how things worked in her family.
Within seconds all four pairs of shiny boots left my line of vision and marched down the hall. I gulped and looked at the access card.
It was red.
I flipped it over, but there was no bar code.
“What is this?” I asked Monroe. She was putting on lip gloss and practically ignoring me, but then again she did have a short attention span.
“It’s all I could do, Boots. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell him you lost yours, so I came up with another story to tell Tex and Phoenix. Nixon doesn’t like irresponsibility. He’s a control freak like that. At any rate, at least you can eat.” She patted my shoulder and walked off.
I knew by then that in order to see what lunch you were, you had to type in the code on back into the school web program, but there was no code!
Ugh. I decided to worry about it at lunch.
By the time lunch came, I was so hungry I was ready to throw the card at Nixon’s head.
I walked toward the lunch room, hoping my card would work. I swiped it through the door to the cafeteria, nothing.
I swiped it again.
And again nothing.
I kept swiping until finally a little red alarm went off. Oh great.
“Need help?” I looked up to see Chase’s blue eyes piercing into mine. I still wasn’t sure if I liked him or hated him.
“You could say that.”
“Here.” He held out his hand. I slapped the card into it and waited for him to swipe it. Instead he put it in his pocket and grabbed my arm leading me down the opposite hallway.
A small door said The Red Room .
“Is this hell?” I asked in a small voice. Because on the opposite end was that super fancy restaurant. I didn’t even want to know what was in here.
“Not exactly.” Chase gave me a sad smile. “But it’s best to be seen and not heard in here, you get it?”
Terrified, I could only nod as he swiped my card. The red light went off and the door clicked open. “Good luck, Trace. And for the record. It will get better.”
“Right.” My chin trembled as I gathered my card and walked into the dark room.
It didn’t look so bad. Until my eyes adjusted and I noticed something was very wrong about where I was.
“Fresh meat,” a girl purred beside me. I jerked away and kept walking toward an empty table. I smelled food, but I didn’t see any food anywhere.
People whispered in low voices but for the most part nobody paid attention to me. I sat at the table and looked at the menu.
All the options were for vegans. Great. No meat. Damn you, Nixon.
When the waiter came and took my order I nearly cried. Something about a tofu burger was just so wrong after being brought up around cows.
I checked my cell for messages. Nothing. Not even from Monroe.
Lunch officially sucked. People were talking about me. I had no friends, and I couldn’t eat meat. To make matters worse the only free table was smack dab in the middle of the cafeteria, meaning I was on display for all to see.
I waited for my meal.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally the bell rang.
The waiter arrived with a large platter and took the top off of the plate.
No food. Only a note that said “Moo. Maybe if you ate less, Tim wouldn’t complain about how terrible you were in bed.”
The tears came then. Full force. I was already the type of girl that got really moody when I couldn’t eat. The waiter had already disappeared.
I was going to be late for class.
The rest of the
I quickly averted my eyes and bit my tongue to keep from saying something offensive.
My eyes fell on all the students around us. They were watching and waiting, and I was getting sicker and sicker by the minute.
“Thanks for… this,” Monroe said.
“I’m doing it for you. Not for her,” came Nixon’s reply. “Wouldn’t want anyone uncomfortable.”
I flinched.
Monroe grabbed my hand and placed an access card in it. Somehow it didn’t feel right that she would be afraid of her own brother. But then again maybe this was just how things worked in her family.
Within seconds all four pairs of shiny boots left my line of vision and marched down the hall. I gulped and looked at the access card.
It was red.
I flipped it over, but there was no bar code.
“What is this?” I asked Monroe. She was putting on lip gloss and practically ignoring me, but then again she did have a short attention span.
“It’s all I could do, Boots. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell him you lost yours, so I came up with another story to tell Tex and Phoenix. Nixon doesn’t like irresponsibility. He’s a control freak like that. At any rate, at least you can eat.” She patted my shoulder and walked off.
I knew by then that in order to see what lunch you were, you had to type in the code on back into the school web program, but there was no code!
Ugh. I decided to worry about it at lunch.
By the time lunch came, I was so hungry I was ready to throw the card at Nixon’s head.
I walked toward the lunch room, hoping my card would work. I swiped it through the door to the cafeteria, nothing.
I swiped it again.
And again nothing.
I kept swiping until finally a little red alarm went off. Oh great.
“Need help?” I looked up to see Chase’s blue eyes piercing into mine. I still wasn’t sure if I liked him or hated him.
“You could say that.”
“Here.” He held out his hand. I slapped the card into it and waited for him to swipe it. Instead he put it in his pocket and grabbed my arm leading me down the opposite hallway.
A small door said The Red Room .
“Is this hell?” I asked in a small voice. Because on the opposite end was that super fancy restaurant. I didn’t even want to know what was in here.
“Not exactly.” Chase gave me a sad smile. “But it’s best to be seen and not heard in here, you get it?”
Terrified, I could only nod as he swiped my card. The red light went off and the door clicked open. “Good luck, Trace. And for the record. It will get better.”
“Right.” My chin trembled as I gathered my card and walked into the dark room.
It didn’t look so bad. Until my eyes adjusted and I noticed something was very wrong about where I was.
“Fresh meat,” a girl purred beside me. I jerked away and kept walking toward an empty table. I smelled food, but I didn’t see any food anywhere.
People whispered in low voices but for the most part nobody paid attention to me. I sat at the table and looked at the menu.
All the options were for vegans. Great. No meat. Damn you, Nixon.
When the waiter came and took my order I nearly cried. Something about a tofu burger was just so wrong after being brought up around cows.
I checked my cell for messages. Nothing. Not even from Monroe.
Lunch officially sucked. People were talking about me. I had no friends, and I couldn’t eat meat. To make matters worse the only free table was smack dab in the middle of the cafeteria, meaning I was on display for all to see.
I waited for my meal.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally the bell rang.
The waiter arrived with a large platter and took the top off of the plate.
No food. Only a note that said “Moo. Maybe if you ate less, Tim wouldn’t complain about how terrible you were in bed.”
The tears came then. Full force. I was already the type of girl that got really moody when I couldn’t eat. The waiter had already disappeared.
I was going to be late for class.
The rest of the
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