I was interrupted from my sleep by a nurse holding a tray with a pile of cards on it. She stuck one in your hair and left, closing the door behind her. It's strange that nurses can just walk in and stick shit in your hair. I sat up and pulled out the card. It was a card for a newcomer's lunch at 9am. I glanced over to the clock and it was only 8:50 so I had to rush and change into a ripped up gray dress and toss my backpack aside. Maybe I'll unpack it later.
I headed down the white hall that was completely empty put for a tall kid with very curly black hair that was pushing a wheelchair. The wheelchair wasn't empty though. There was a kid laughing looking through trading cards and telling about how he got them. When I passed them the boy looked up from his card and smiled waving silently then going back to his story. The boy who was pushing him seemed stoned as hell. I just went on my way to the lunch room.
Once in the lunch room it wasn't really that busy. I got in line and got my lunch. It was a pudding, salad, and a sandwich. I sat down at the nearest table. They were all talking and laughing telling about how the fresh batches of kids were coming in this week. Then they stopped and looked over at me when I was happily picking at the salad picking out the tomatoes. They smiled and waved. It seems nobody wants to talk to me. Maybe new kids weren't that popular at first.
"Hey, new kid, what's your story? I got gills." A kid with a purple stripe in his pushed back hair asked tilting his head and pointed to his neck. I looked around and looked down at my plate trying to act like I didn't hear him.
"I have a blood mutation." A ginger kid with baggy eyes said. "Come on you can say it."
I shook my head and stood up and ran to the back door. Everyone was tugging at my sleeve. Then once I got out to the foggy back yard I sighed and sat on a rock.
"Hey… What do you think you're doing sitting on my tomb?" A boy asked with a strong lisp.
"Oh… sorry I didn't know-"
"Relax girl its fine." He said flying out from the ground. He had oval glasses and a ugly shirt with tight jeans. He must have been a ghost of a kid who died from testing!
"Yeah I died here a few years ago when they were testing my conditions. I could shoot lasers out of my eyes like a super hero or some crap. I see you can see and talk to the dead huh?" He said flicking dirt off his nose.
"Yeah I can also die for a couple of days." I laughed as he sat next to me. I looked down to see his name on the tomb. "Sollux huh? I'm Aradia it's nice to meet you." I said holding up a hand.
"You must be a new kid. Trust me do not do that if you want any friends. You stick it out for a shake not a wave." He said looking me over.
"Okay… I'll take note of that." I said, stuffing in my sandwich.
"Plus that's the new kid lunch huh? The food just gets worse and worse trust me." He laughed and shook his head. "I kind of miss the gross oatmeal." He sighed.
"Well, you should be going now. They may do some tests on you to kind of understand your conditions more."
"Can I come by here to see you tomorrow?" I asked standing up from the tomb.
"Okay. I'll like that." He said tilting his head.