Anya's hands were shaking. Everywhere she turned there were more of them. Strangers looking down on her as if she were five years old, not nearly fifteen. They'd say, "Oh look, a newb." and walk away. Why didn't anyone help her? Couldn't they tell she was lost? Frustrated tears were blurring the corners of her vision as she aimlessly wandered the halls, looking for the cafeteria. The silver-and-black banners on the walls shimmered, displaying excessive amounts of nonexistent school spirit. Anya made an awkward squeaking noise as she dropped her pencil onto the glossy tiled floor, and bumped into someone as she bend over to pick it up. Half-expecting to get yelled at by another arrogant upperclassman, Anya stuttered a wistful apology, "I-I'm sorry...Didn't s-see you." She glanced up at the figure she'd run into, mentally preparing to accept any degrading nicknames this person decided to label her as. Instead, she received a crooked smile and a mumbled forgiveness. Anya smiled back, and, once the stranger had walked off, found the courage to ask someone where the library was. She needed some time and a place to think. Food didn't matter anymore, not when Anya thought she had just reconnected with her childhood crush from years ago.