The cafeteria was bustling and full of chatter. Tables were quickly filled. As Rose entered the cafeteria, she scanned it, looking for a place to sit. She usually enjoyed lunch; it was one of the few times she didn't have to worry about getting bullied. People were too busy gossiping about the new hottest thing or popular trends to care about her, the one everyone calls a freak.

Rose sighed. All of the tables were occupied, so she'd have to join someone. The only problem with that was most people did. Rose is 18, you were also 18.