Chad walked with the other Preps. His posture stayed straight, eluding the importance and high standards all the Preps seemed to have. He had such a reputation to uphold.

Grabbing a tray, he made a wince at the food Edna was serving. It was utterly disgusting. It looked like uncooked meat, how lovely.

His eyes instinctively gave a quiet glare before he took his tray and went over to his cliques table. Though on the way, he saw you sitting there with something way different. It actually looked editable, which was a shocker.

"Look, other there," Chad muttered in disdain to his friend. He not so secretivly pointed towards you, "I believe the wench picks favourites."

He used the crappy fork before putting some of the disgusting meat into his mouth. It was dry and overseasoned.

"Well, I heard that's Edna's," Parker commented. He heard this from another friend he had who wasn't a Prep. Gossip always spreads fast.

Chad choked on his food. Edna's kid? They were way too pretty and couldn't be Edna's.

"What?" He asked harshly once he cleared his throat. He turned his head over to look at you before looking back, "They cannot be the offspring of that witch."

Now, it made sense why your food was different. You had damn privileges.