Senna hated that her schedule was picked out for her. Last time she ever transfered colleges. She had the most horrible blocks of the most horrible classes and professors. Every morning she had to wake up at the asscrack of dawn and try to get into the showers before that night’s left overs starting coming home and hogging them. It was a rare occasion that the girl could take a shower without being overwhelmed by the smell of vomit. She hated it.
Her first class of the day was Biology. Science was never her strong suit… but when you’re a Criminal Justice major… you have to take them. She sat through it patiently and attentively, making sure to take detailed notes for the test next class. She was determined to pass. She had too or she would have to drop.
When class was over, Senna decided to skip her Philosophy class to get lunch. (Something she couldn’t do usually). As she entered the dining hall, she groaned. It was crowded. Not a table in sight. She hoped one would open up as she got her food, but as she returned from the line, there was no such luck. She groaned again and began looking for at least a table where she could sit with someone who was alone. She was friendly enough.
Senna approached the boy sitting alone in the corner of the dining hall and cleared her throat. “Hey… weird… but… can I sit with you? There’s kinda no more tables?”