The New girl.

When you're the new girl, as Maggie had figured out, the cooks are extra nice to you. Either that or patronising. But it's rather best to believe the former when you're new.

Maggie had gone to sit on her own, and so pensively took a bite of her bread roll whilst tucking her cropped light brown hair behind her ear.

Chelsea praticaly skipped into the dining room in a happy mood, getting food and then going to an empty table save one girl.

"Hey," she smiled warmly, "Mind if I sit with you?"

The girl jumped in shock. "Oh, yeah, of course you can..."

"Thank you," Chelsea smiled, sitting down elegantly oppostie her.

Maggie looked down at her food, a little conscious of the fact she was sitting with a stranger.

Chelsea didn't seem at all bothered that Maggie was a stranger, "I'm Chelsea," she smiled warmly at Maggie.

"Margaret...or Maggie..." Maggie nodded.

"Pleasure to meet you," Chelsea smiled.

"You too..." Maggie said with the faintest of smiles.

Chelsea smiled back, then starting to eat.

Maggie just carried on eating.

Chelsea was happy in the silence, she had decided that she liked Maggie and Maggie was nice.

Maggie was thinking about what kind of teachers she'd have.

CHelsea wondered if Maggie would need any help getting around the school.

Maggie suddenly didn't feel as hungry.

Chelsea was starving, as usual.

Maggie sighed, continuing to eat.

Chelsea looked happy as she ate.

Maggie looked pensive.

Chelsea started to think about Lauren.

Maggie sighed.

Chelsea looked up to her.

Maggie was staring at her food.

"Are you alright?" Chelsea asked softly.

Maggie looked up and blushed slightly. "Uh...yes, why wouldn't I be?"