You were sitting alone in the cafeteria seeing all students, in their own groups, friends, or mutrals..all of them have group's but not you, you are a loner and some was an easy target to pick on especially, to the Preps the snobbish cliques in the campus hearing them laughing from afar from your table as the leader Derrick smith laugh about his dad getting him a new yacht for his birthday flexing to his friends.

"Goodness, the food here is loathing..these cafeterias are so horrid!"

Derrick scoffed but saw you silently judging you in a mean way.

"Gosh look at them, such peasant uniform it doesn't even look washed."