Mylah Gray: Descendants of Camelot

I Make A Friend

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I let my eyes wander over the small room out school had the audacity to call a cafeteria, wondering of I should even try to sit at a table with other kids my age. I knew the routine of it all, and knew I'd end up eating either in the chorus room alone at my desk or with the nice old janitor lady I helped out sometimes when I had nothing left to do-- which was more often than not.

This was stupid. I mean, come on, I can't be that unlikeable. I took a step towards a random table, and got about 10 glares shot my way. I stumbled back, steeling a glare back at them and making the group turn their eyes way from me in discomfort, knowing it shouldn't affect me, but I at least wanted to consume my food in peace without having to go to some secluded place.

Lunch.

I'm not exactly sure when it became so hard to be able to sit at a table in public without getting jeered at or have food thrown at my face, but it feels like forever. And in all honesty it probably had been. I mean, I get that people don't like me, but come on; they can at least deal with me for the 10 minutes that I actually spend eating at lunch.

Damn it.

I looked to the left, and took a deep breath of frustration at the panicked looks I saw at the prospect of me being with in 5 feet of them.. I think I'll pass on that one; they were a tad nasty for my taste. Then I looked to the right. Most of the kids at that table didn't seem to pay me any mind,so I took a step in that direction. As soon as I did that, about 10 heads snapped up, watching me, wide eyed.

Seriously? Do I have, like, a scent or something? When I move, people know I'm coming their way?

Yeesh.

My eyes searched down the table for what felt like the thousandth time for an empty, lone seat. Nothing. I scowled, dissatisfied. I looked down at my lunch that was getting cold, getting comfortable with the idea that I'd yet again be eating by myself in the Chorus room.

I looked to the right, towards the exit then I jumped slightly, realizing someone was sitting at a table in that corner of the room, watching me.

I looked closely at the person keeping their eyes on me. A girl with light blonde, beautiful curly hair, ice blue eyes, and pale, pale skin sat with an amused smiled on her pale face , obviously waiting for me to react to her pointed attention towards me.I raised an eyebrow. Who was this? Nobody ever looked at me, especially not so straight-on, and even more especially with a smile on their face. She waved. I nodded, making a small sign of greeting back. She motioned for me to come towards her.

I took a staggered step forward, and then stopped, unsure of her intentions. For what reason other than harm to me could this girl want something to do with me? Not that it really affected me, but it was just a huge waste of time and effort to even go over there...

She seemed to see my contemplation, and motioned next to her, mouthing, 'Come sit with me.'

I was a bit taken off-guard, but I walked slowly over to her and stood next to her seat. "Hello." I said cautiously, unsure of what approach to take with her. "Hi there!" she said, her voice bubbly. She grinned widely at me, and I took a small, suspicious step back.

What was this blasphemy????

She sighed a little, standing.

Apparently having noticed my aversion to the human race must've been taken into account.

She held out her hand. "Hi," she said. "I'm new here. I saw you standing up there, and I thought you might want to sit with me." she shrugged. "I don't have anyone to sit with, either." She glanced at her hand that I still hadn't reciprocated with a handshake. I shook her hand reluctantly. She smiled triumphantly.

I tried to process her words for a second, and then it dawned on me. I let go of her hand. "Ah, you're new, aren't you?" I mused, understanding now. She wrinkled her nose.

"Well, yes...why?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be talking to me." I informed her. "I totally understand. You're new; they won't hold it against you." I said, smirking slightly.

"They?" she asked, obviously confused.

I pointed to the rest of the lunch room, where there was a lot of people staring already. "They." I agreed, confusing her even more. "You seem like a nice girl. Pretty, potential to be fairly popular," I sized her up quickly. I then motioned to myself, laughing morosely. "You see, I have a bad rep here. I'm insane." I whispered, winking at her. I'd been through this process before, new kids moving I the small row and taking interest in the loner. They all got over it.

I started to turn, to end the slight conversation and go to the Chorus room and finish my lesson plans for the week, but a petite hand grabbed my writs and tugged on me to turn me around.

"No! Wait!" I spun around and flickr my wrist out of her weak hold in shock...also so I wouldn't flip the blonde girl out of instinct.

"What?" I demanded. Geez, this tiny chica was persistent.

"I don't care what they think." she said quietly. "Really, I knew what was going on. I've seen how they look at you, what they say about you. I've been hearing it all day. But I don't care." She reached for my arm again, slowly this time so I wouldn't freak. "Will you please just sit with me?" She insisted, trying to pull me to sit. I moved forward slightly, but didn't sit.

I was speechless. I had never been through this part of the process before. I certainly hadn't expected this out of the annoying little blonde when I first saw her.

'I wonder if I kinda just ran-'

"Please?" I heard her say again-irritation obvious in her voice that I hadn't sat with her- interrupting my train of thought. I looked down to her sitting figure, unable to think of a reason not to sit.

And so I sat down.

I sat down.

"What's your name?" she asked me triumphantly. I could see the joy in her eyes that shed gotten me to sit as I ate my food silently, still surprised at myself for actually sitting.

"Mylah Gray." I tried to smile, but it came out as more of a dangerous smirk than anything. "What about you?"

"Tarah Jones." The girl smiled widely. "And I can see it now that I'm going to be your worst nightmare."

And in a way, she wasn't lying.