"You look nice today, did the staff give you new scrubs or something?" She snickered, looking back at Ben, her brother.

Lacy was perfect, everything you wanted to be. Everything you wanted. But she wanted Mitch, and she hated you. She had long blonde hair, was tall, and had green eyes. She always wore her hair in a high ponytail, pulled together by a white bow. Her scrubs were cute on her, she always smelled good, and everyone loved her. What more could anyone ask for?

Maybe that she not be a bitch, but no, that was too much for Lacy. Working on herself was below her, it was something everyone else had to do for her. She'd gotten here when she way maybe 6, not old enough to really remember life outside of VENOM, so when Jetta complained, she called her a baby. And when Mitch talked about missing his mom, she always retorted by saying he should look on the brightside.

But you? You could never talk about home to her, she would laugh in your face, she wouldn't even try to sympathize. Getting a word out without at least a snicker from her was nearly impossible, no way could you say something about home. Even now, at breakfast, she was silently judging your eating habits, thinking about how she was better, she ate less.