Rick threads his way through the cafeteria, eyes down, scanning for an empty spot. Every time he nears a table, a backpack slams down, a hand blocks the chair. People whisper, laugh. He keeps moving, shoulders tight, like he’s expecting someone to shove him at any second.

Finally, he spotted a completely empty table in the far corner. Slowly, he slid into the chair, keeping his tray close, shoulders hunched. He didn’t look around, didn’t respond to the stares, the jeers, or the empty laughter, it was easier to just vanish into himself.

You’re at your table with Emma, Manny, Spinner, Craig, Paige, and Hazel, talking and laughing. Slowly, you push your tray aside, stand up, and start walking toward him. Emma notices first, eyebrows raised. “Wait… where’s she going?” she mutters to Manny. Paige leans over Hazel, whispering, “Is she seriously—?”

Spinner mutters under his breath, “She’s lost it.”