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The food line finally decreases and I’m picking my food again. I grab something else this time. A bowl of noodles. The silverware is absent so I eat the noodles with my fingers while I stand at the entrance of the cafeteria, looking for a familiar face.
A familiar face like Rian’s. I don’t know what we’re supposed to be doing after breakfast ends. Don’t I have an appointment to go to? Dr. Janelle’s questioning center? And how long is breakfast, exactly?
I shrink against the wall, sliding down to the floor. These people look so happy while I sit here moping around, waiting for breakfast to end. At least I know I’m not claustrophobic. I’m just lonely.