I slowly walked up to the catering counter with my tray clutched tightly to my chest. I then set my tray on the counter and watched with little interest as the kitchen lady dumped globs of some icky stuff that I couldn't indentify on it.
"Thank you." I spoke quietly. The lady grunted in response and then dumped more of the 'meal' onto another kid's tray. I turned and shuffled my way to the back of the dining hall and took my regular place at the corner table. The chair screeched as I pulled it across the floor to allow myself some room before sitting down.
The hall loud with the chattering of the other kids. It made me feel lonely and unneeded, which, I guess I was. I gazed at the unappetizing meal before me; scrunching my nose at the not so appealing smell.
"This is all I have to eat until tomorrow, so I guess I should just suck it up." I plugged my nose as I ate a spoonful. I chewed and swallowed, but as soon as I unplugged my nose, the horrible taste filled my mouth and caused me to cringe.
"Maybe starving myself is better than this in more ways than one." I thought to myself. Yes, the food was terrible and I was sure that if I took another bite I would throw up, but I also didn't want to be here. The staff and other kids aren't nice to me. I always get picked on and yelled at.
As I was lost in thought the bell rang to signal the end of dinner. I watched the other kids get up, empty their trays and then head to their rooms for before bed homework and other activities.
Once most of the kids were gone, I stood up and began walking over to the garbage can to empty my tray of the barely touched meal. Before I got there, I felt something catch around my ankle. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I heard laughing and as I raised my head, saw the food spilt all over the place.
"Damn kids!" An angry voice cursed. The laughter instantly stopped and I saw out of the corner of my eye, the kids run away. I sat up and stared at the mess.
"You're cleanin' that up!" The woman yelled in an annoyed tone as she threw a wet cloth at my face. After I wiped my face, I pulled the cloth off. Then I obediently got on my hands and knees and began to scrub.
It took me about 30 minutes to clean up because I kept on wanting to cry, so I had to sit and regain control over myself cleaning again. Now, I was staggering to my room at the end of the corridor. I was almost there when a couple of kids playing tag raced around the corner. The kid running away bumped into my shoulder, which sent me flying back onto the ground.
I sat there for a few minutes before I crawled to my room. I shut the door behind me and then dragged myself to my bed. I used a lot more effort then I should have, but I finally pulled myself onto the bed where I found myself lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. Now that there was no one to see I was free to release all my emotions, so I cried. I cried a lot.
"I hate this! I hate this! I want to go home! Daddy, Mommy, take me home!" I balled my hands into fists and cried harder. I can't go home.
I'm excited to write this story because I've started to like the Ame Orphans more and I haven't wrote any stories about Manga characters in a world like our own. So, I was thinking that Nagato's situation could easily relate to some people in our world and it will also help with my writing. ~enjoy!