A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I updated. I've had (still do have I guess) a major case of writers block on this story. There's not much going on in this chapter – I just needed to get back into the story. I hope to write more this week. I'm super busy since school started again. Thanks for all of your reviews. And if y'all are bored, check out my new HG website: www.geocities.com/hggurl2003 I'm posting some fanfic on my page so if you have anything you'd like me to post just send me an email.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sarah punched the alarm clock buzzing near her head. It was too damn early to be awake. She stretched and sat up. The other girls were gone already. How many times had she hit the snooze button anyway? Well, so much for breakfast with 'the girls'. She grabbed a fast shower and headed to the cafeteria. Was it possible to be sick of this place so quickly?
The smell of sausages and pancakes greeted her inside the cafeteria. Her stomach turned. She never did like breakfast. She grabbed a tray of food and searched for a place to sit. Damn. She wanted to be alone, but that wasn't going to be possible. She decided Daisy and Shelby would be the next best thing. Hopefully they weren't morning people
"Morning Sarah," Shelby said through a mouthful of pancakes.
Sarah just nodded and examined the food on her plate. What was it about the food at this place? Eww. This stuff didn't even look edible. She pushed her plate away and sighed.
Just then Scott sat down next to Shelby. "You gonna eat that?" he asked Sarah.
Sarah made a disgusting face and shook her head.
"You mind?" he asked while grabbing her tray and starting in on the lukewarm breakfast. "Pancakes are my fave."
Sarah couldn't help but laugh. "That's so disgusting."
"Ah, so you can talk." he said. "Good to know."
Sarah wasn't sure how to respond to that so she just kept quiet. She was interested in what classes would be like at this place. Truth be told, she loved school. Always had. It was something she was good at. Her curiosity finally got the better of her and she asked, "So, what are classes like here?"
Daisy groaned. "They're boring! They never let us study anything practical."
"Like what, witchcraft?" joked Shelby. Daisy rolled her eyes. "Classes are like everything else at this place," continued Shelby, "a giant therapy session. These people think that everything relates to our problems. It gets pretty old."
Scott shook his head while finishing off the last of Sarah's breakfast. "Nah, I'm with Daisy. They're boring."
"Well boring or not, we better go if we don't want to be late." Shelby was already standing up from the table. "English class – can't wait."
Sarah got goose bumps. She loved English. It had always been her favorite class. She loved writing so much, but she hoped that what Shelby had said wasn't true. She didn't want to write about her life or anything like that. 'Guess there's only one way to find out,' she thought and hurried to join the others on their way to class.