open' Dont.Hold.Your.Breath

[keatie deville]

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<sub>Hunger. That was the reason Kate had even stepped into the cafeteria. She didn't have time to go driving around and find a healthy subway snack, that was slightly far away too, she was starving anyway. Walking up to the cafeteria lady she smiled sweetly. "Do you have any organic salads?" Her sweet angelic French accent showing through. The lunch lady gave her a dirty look. "No 'princess', we don't have that kind of food. You get what you're given." Kate was pretty surprised by this old hags reaction; she hadn't even tried to be rude in anyway, she just asked a simple question. Kate liked to eat healthy, was that wrong? She tried to force a smile, getting a little irritated at this fat bitch. "Um, do you have anything organic?" The lady rolled her eyes and passed her a simple, icky looking salad. "No, we don't. But I'm guessing this is the only thing a little French rich girl like you will take huh?" Kate was biting her lip, and took the salad, handing the lady the money. She was frustrated now, the lady had been talking rather loudly, and she could see people looking at her. Some with an apologetic face, others with a small smirk. She didn't fit in here, she wondered if any of her friends even came here.

The small girl found her way to an empty table, and she sat down, opening the salad and taking the black plastic fork, moving the lettuce around, making sure there were no bugs in there or anything. From the look at this place, it really wouldn't surprise her. She was so hungry though, she really hadn't felt like she could possibly wait any longer though. She slowly took the fork and stabbed the lettuce, sticking it in her tiny mouth. She forced herself to eat the junk. Really, it was junk, and as she shallowed small little shivers went down her spine. What the hell was this? Prison food? She was not suited for prison at all. She had a beautiful white, ruffly dress on with a little black bit on the collar, and pretty black high heels; her blond hair was worn down, flowing down past her shoulders. She looked more beautiful today than most days. Maybe thats why the ugly lady was so rude? Because she was so fat and ugly?

Conceited thoughts, conceited thoughts. Here they came again. She pushed them away, trying to stop thinking about "how better she was than everyone else." She was trying to stop all of that, trying to change. It's not that she was a bad person, just shallow, and after awhile she was trying to get out of that. She wanted to quit judging people on how they looked and rather on their personality. She took a deep breath before taking another bite of the evil death salad. For once it was slightly lonely. Usually she had friends surrounding her left and right, and here she was now, completely alone and upset about what that lady said too her. She was considering getting out her cell and telling her friends about what happened, but just shook her head and continued eating the salad - which was beginning to really, really, disgust her. Maybe she would throw it all up or something? Ew.</sub>

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