AN: Finally mad the time to update! :) It's really short, but I hope you guys enjoy! And thanks all the readers and reviews. I reeeaallly LOVE your support.

That night was a very awkward one.

Selina sat indian style on her queen-sized bed and scrolled through music on her phone. Not to stereotype, but she usually only listened to the darker and more depressing songs. Mainly ones about misfortune and pain, but not many about broken hearts. She never had any boyfriends (or girlfriends), so that wasn't a problem for her.

She subconciously wondered if Mrs. Lennox would call her down for dinner, or if they just expected her to come down around supper time. It wasn't like she just magically knew when the food was ready. Or maybe they were the kind of people that assumed everyone would find their own food, with microwave dinners, ordering pizza, and what not.

But she highly doubted that. These people seemed like they had a little money, with Will being in the military and all, so Selina figured they probably set a beautiful family dinner evey night. Probably more like a four course meal.

The teen typed her passcode into her iPhone and hit the pause button on the current song. Pulling her earplugs out and laying the device down on the comforter, she slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

This is what upper class folk usually do before they eat, right? Get cleaned up?

Selina took a look into the reflectant glass that was mounted on the wall and winced. She knew she was ugly, but apparently today was extra special! Her hair was still straightened from earlier that morning, but it needed to be brushed. Her makeup was slightly messed up, and since it was pretty dark anyway, it made her look like the queen of the underworld or something.

She calmly plucked her brush from the black and red tote she had sat against the wall, along with her makeup bag.

Hastily, in case Sarah came to call her down for dinner, she snatched the brush through her matted rat's nest of hair, returning it to its original shimmering blackness. Her hair wasn't naturally black. She had convinced one of her last foster mothers to let her get it dyed to express her individuality. Not that they had argued with her much.

Next, she took out her black eyeliner and mascara. After applying the eyeliner, she practically drenched her lashes in mascara, but not so much that it looked chunky and gross.

Exhaling slowly, she left the restroom and sat down on the bed. The girl picked up her black Vans printed with little flowers and pulled them unceremoniously over her sweaty white socks.

Her toenails were painted black underneath, so that on the rare occasion that she wore sandals, they wouldn't look too unkept.

So, the teen sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Sarah to come get her.

It never happened.

After about half an hour of twiddling her thumbs, she began to get restless. Why hadn't anyone shown up yet?

She looked at the clock on the nightstand that read '6:13'.

That was late. Most of the people she'd stayed with (the ones that cooked, at least) almost always had their evening meals around four thirty or maybe five o' clock. Maybe they were expecting her to get up and come downstairs.

She was about to resign to the fact that she would have to go without supper tonight, when she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Sarah peaked her head around the doorframe, her blonde curls flowing over her shoulders.

"Hey, hun." she smiled.

Selina faked a small smile. "Hi."

"Dinner is almost ready, if you wanna- ya know- come downstairs and join us?" she proposed.

"Umm..." Selina mumbled. She honestly didn't want any food. She almost never did anymore. Since she'd gotten sick, it was like her throat had never been the same since. Not that it still hurt to eat... she just preferred not to.

"If you're not hungry, though, I'm not gonna make you..." Sarah reasoned.

Selina thought a minute. She didn't want to be rude to Mrs. Lennox.

"No... Um... I'm coming."

The blonde beamed from ear to ear at her accomplishment.

"Well... okay." she smiled one more time, then exited the room.

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Dinner was akward. Very awkward. But it wasn't like it hadn't happened before.

Selina sat at the dining room table silently munching her food (spaghetti and toast), not looking up from her plate whatsoever.

Will glanced at his wife, his eyes pleading for her to come up with a topic of conversation. Anything that could get their new 'daughter' to actually speak with them.

Sarah's eyes darted from her husband to Selina and back agan.

"So..." she began. "I remember from the interviews that ya like music."

No reply.

Will stopped chewing for a minute, resting his sauce-covered fork in his hand.

"There's a- um- a concert coming up this Saturday. I heard about it at the doctor's office. It's the Civil Wars." Sarah continued.

Selina looked up for a second and smiled half-heartedly, but instantly peered back down at her plate, which was still almost full, and twirled her utensil around in its contents.

Sarah knew it had to be even more stressful for the teen in this situation, so she didn't push anything.

"If you decide you wanna go, then... maybe we could make it like a family thing?"

Selina smirked lightly.

"I don't think a concert would be described as a 'family thing'." she snipped, immediately regretting how harsh and serious it'd sounded. She had meant it as a joke.

Sarah glanced at Will, then put another peice of toast to her mouth.

"Well, if you change your mind... ya know." the blonde smiled sadly.

Selina frowned at the reaction. What had she done now, making a kind woman seem so discouraged?

The ink-haired child looked over to Will, as his wife wasn't making eye contact at the moment.

"Um... may I be excused?" she mumbled.

He appeared to be contemplating his answer, torn between trying to ease the tension and attempting to bond with the orphan.

Finally, the soldier came to a decision, smiling up at Selina with sympathy.

"Yeah. Go on, kiddo."

She pushed herself from the table almost automatically and walked up to her room, locking the door.

Yep. That was proabably one of the worst dinners in a while.

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