Chapter 7-The Fighting

A/N: Hurray! This story has been all planned out, so updates can be expected. Probably next week, I've been sick and have a huge load of work to catch up on.

I tried to ignore him. I did not want to be anywhere near him. I just focused on eating my stew. But his words kept drilling themselves into my brain. "She over reacts too much." I slurped my stew loudly, trying to rid my mind of his words. "She doesn't get it." I started tapping my foot, slightly humming. I must not listen to him. Must not listen. "You'd think a know it all would know more." I attempted to talk to his sister.

"How was your day?"

"Fine." His sister was giving him very dirty looks. I could not help but smirk. But no matter what I did I could still hear his voice.

"She is so stupid; she must cheat on her tests or something." That was the final straw. I slammed down my spoon; making the remainder of my stew fly across the table. He looked up. His friend had been the one hit with the stew. "What did you do that for?" he asked me. I looked at him with disbelief on my face.

"No reason," I said coolly. He looked at me like I was stupid. But I reminded myself that he thought I was stupid.

"I never thought you'd be one to start a food fight," he said.

"You know I wasn't trying to start a food fight," I practically shouted at him. Before I could stop myself I had flung a roll at his head. His face turned red. I let out an evil laugh.

"What is it with you lately?" he yelled to me. I glared at him. All of the people at our table were watching us. Some of the smaller ones were looking scared.

"Me? Me?" I screamed. "Nothing is wrong with me!" I stood up and turned away. "Everything is wrong with you!" I marched out of the hall. I could hear the other students whispering. I could hear him talking. I kept walking. I didn't want any of this to happen. Everything that went wrong seemed to go wrong to me. A few tears slipped down my cheeks. I brushed them away quickly. I kept walking until I got to my dorm. Then I collapsed onto my bed. The tears wouldn't stop coming now.