It's For a Good Cause [Open]

[Samuel Norton]

While the food graciously provided by the Pallet High School cafeteria was not the worst of its kind to be found, it was still cafeteria food. The ingredients were all second-rate at best, and there was a tendency for things to be overcooked. Meatloaf, for example, often came along with a crunchy border of burnt, and the corn was cooked into submission until it lost almost all of its flavor and resemblance to a vegetable. Nevertheless, most of the food was not bad and certainly could have been worse, and the cafeteria had at least one thing going for it to make up for its faults: it was the best place (not just on campus, but for miles) to get a huge quantity of food for very little money. And, for whatever reason, a great quantity of food was what Sam Norton was wanting even more than usual today. The whole morning had felt like an endless torture as he sat in his English class, wondering if somehow he had been transported into some sort of Twilight Zone in which noon would never actually come and he would be stuck forever staring at a clock that would never get past 11:59. When noon finally did come and the bell rang, Norton was, unusually for him, one of the first out the door.

He piled a tray high with food and then quickly retired with it to a table at which a few students were already sitting, having already decided to stay inside while he ate. The room was not very full at all, certainly not as full as it might have been were school in session. Norton was content not to make conversation with anyone, being preoccupied with stuffing his face. Within a few minutes of concerted effort, he was left with only a clean plate.

He regarded it mournfully. He was still hungry. This was intolerable.

His eyes went up and to the side, sneaking a glance at his neighbors. They were still lingering over their various meals. A dessert or two was being enjoyed. One or two plates still bore a small lump of vegetable, the offending object having been pushed to the side. Hunger lent the sight a special enticement. If only. It was so tempting...

Leaning over towards one of his neighbors, he asked, voice a bit low, "...Are you going to eat that?"

[Evelyn Calais]

History class was so boring!! Evelyn put her feet behind a guy's chair and started talking to him. "You know when lunch is? I'm famished! I mean we've had two hours of this class!!" She said in her light british accent. The boy who was trying to concentrate on the classwork the teacher gave out looked behind her annoyed. He got out of his seat and walked towards another boy and sat down next to the guy, The boy whispered to the other guy and the other guy snickered.

Evelyn widened her eyes, She was trying to make a friend here! Nobody seemed to accept her because she was british and she was really weird. But hey, everyone seemed to have diffrent personalities but she would be friends with them; Even if they were quiet or just hyper and childlike like she was.

Fan thought this school was going to have alot of people who wanted to be friends with her, She wasn't thinking clearly this wasn't her OLD school; She was in America. Her friends always said that Americans were fat people who eat weird foods and say 'Oh my god' all the time. They also said Americans always do the weirdish british accents.

Evelyn finally heard the bell ring. She looked up and it was 12:00 p.m. "FINALLY IT IS LUNCH!!" She yelled, not caring about the snickering and confused students. Fan skipped to lunch and was the last in line, She waited as the other students got their food. Evelyn finally got her tray and started to talk to a blonde junior who was right in front of her. "So, how is Pallet High? Is it cool, Do you have any friends? A boyfriend? Anyone you can hang out with!?" Fan asked the girl.

The blonde turned around. "Look, all of that you asked me, I'm not gonna answer 'cause it's none of your buisness." She said as she left her chocalate pudding. Evelyn frowned at the girl from the back. "You forgot you're pudding!" Evelyn yelled. Fan just put the pudding on her plate.

Evelyn finally made it to a table, She sat next to the overweight guy who had black hair. Evelyn started to eat the chocalate pudding, as she looked at the veggies in disgust. The guy next to her asked if he can have the veggies. She put her pudding down. "Of course you can," She added with a giggle. She pushed the veggies to him. "Welll enjoy I'm Evelyn by the way, you can call me Fan I'm a freshman. What's your name?" Evelyn looked at the boy with her light brown eyes and a smile.

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Muse:Good
Notes:I know this is late, but I really wanted to join!

[Samuel Norton]

An inaudible sigh of relief made his whole body subtly release the tension he had been carrying as, embarrassed with himself, he made his request.

"Thanks," he said with sincere gratitude, although it was briefly expressed. He accepted the veggies that were offered to him and sliding them over as he withdrew to his corner of the table. He barely even glanced at the girl who generously donated her food, instead immediately bending his head over his newly-acquired edibles, all his attention focused on them.

He had grabbed his plastic fork and was preparing to shovel mouthfuls of food into his mouth when the girl unleashed a steady babble of speech at him. He paused and looked up at the girl with a look of surprise and annoyance on his face. She was like that other freshman girl, Melissa or whatever, only with what seemed to be an English accent.

"Sam Norton," he said shortly and turned back to his food, hoping to discourage any further conversation with his dry tone and body language. Conversation was the very last thing he wanted right now.

[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

Midge collapsed upon the table nearest to her and dumped her head into the reddish gelatin substance on her tray. Her purple-black hair mixed in with the mashed tubers beside them causing it to become stiffer and significantly more starchy. She was SO TIRED. Ugh, they were supposed to take CLASSES during the DAY? Horrifying. And the classes were actually hard? Everyone knew that the freaky girl in the long flowing blue dress and purple cape was a night owl. Take an animal out of its habitat (Or its time zone) and it shall die in a matter of days. Or months. Depends. And humans were animals too! "People are always forgetting that," she commented to the chubby black haired boy beside her, barely noticing the talkative Brit beside him. She didn't know who he was, of course, but then again, she was pretty sure she was dreaming at the moment and knew that when you are lucidly dreaming (as she was very good at by now), you can command your peers to do things and they shall do them. In her mind, she ordered the boy to automatically know what she was talking about and nod along, and the girl to shut her mouth before she got punched in the nose. Sadly, that didn't happen.