It was lunchtime, probably the worst time for those subjected to bullying. Frankly, Raelynn was simultaneously relieved that someone else had the attention of the popular kids' wrath and felt awful for their victim. Usually, it would be her being tossed about like a rag doll and laughed at. But there was a new kid today. Someone more exciting to bully and harass. She sat at the table, that day's terrible-looking lunch sitting on a tray in front of her, as she watched on. Lunch here was a terrible affair. The food was... less than edible, you got a freaking spork to eat with, and that was it, and you got treated like crap. It seemed like none of the teachers noticed the harassment students endured at the hands of other students. Perhaps, though, they did know and just didn't care to intervene. That seemed like the most likely scenario. It was hard to watch the new kid getting bullied like they were, but Raelynn was almost immune to it by now. It was sick, honestly. When it was done, the new kid was left standing there looking devastated and alone. Raelynn walked up to her quietly, looking over her shoulder as she did. She stood in front of her. She was a bit nervous to talk to her, really. Maybe she'd reject her, bully her too, like everyone else in this place. But she felt bad for her. Plus, if there was even a chance she might make a friend for once, be less lonely, she figured it might be worth the risk. She slid her hand through her hair, moving it out of her eyes, a nervous habit she couldn't help but do. Her hazel eyes looked over the new kid. “Hey, are you alright?” She asked softly, putting her hand on her upper arm to comfort her.