Grimore High.

1•ROSALIND

It's tiny white legs swing making crusty sounds and circulating air.
As It's old blades move, The long rod attached to the patched ceiling shakes slightly as the rust covered blades move in circles gathering velocity then suddenly they become slower.

She picks her silver painted fork circling round her plate, pea sized, bean seeds dance as she scoops them up then down.

"You can't believe it, I am going to be promoted to assistant truck driver...Tim was so shocked when they made the , announcement, you should have seen his face..."

She looks up, the excitement on his face was hard to hide, his eyes shone with happiness. She rolls her eyes and goes back to staring at the beans in her plate.

"I can't believe it, Johnny! This year is going to be better than the last..."

She looks up again, the woman scoops a spoon full of beans and pushes it into her mouth.

She just stares at them without saying a word, she knew that statement was an obvious lie, they always said that; "This year's going to be better than the last " but it never was, it was either the same or worst. She shakes her head and continues playing with her beans.

Her eyes travel to Jimmy. The little boy had his face buried in the plate and was licking it. His chubby cheeks pressed against the metal of his bowl as the plate makes metallic noise.

"Jimmy, you can have mine!"

She says, her pupils are dilated and her brows slant down, a drop of tears hides behind her eyes.

The chubby little boy stretches out his hands but a guilty expression forms on his immature face.

"But Rosalind, you haven't even had a bite."

"Yes Rosy, have a bite!" Her mother's caring eyes consume her, the guilt she felt swarm way through her throat.

"I know mum, I don't really have any appetite...please can I be excused, Dad?"

Her Father adjusts his glasses rubbing his beards;
"Yes, honey!"

She stands up, her eyes fixed on the peeling wooden table, she pushes the chair back in and heads to the bathroom. As she walks forward, she could hear distant voices behind her.

"How could you excuse her? Can't you tell something is definitely wrong with her?"

"She seemed perfectly alright to me."

"How wouldn't she?"

"Mum, can I have Rosy's food?"

She walks into the bathroom shutting the door and hushing the voices behind her. Her eyes wander round the poorly painted yellow walls which surround her. Dried paint holds on to the wall like iced drops of water.

She stares at her reflection. Her blonde hair falls down her chest, her ocean blue eye shed out water and her full lips part slightly.

"I don't want to go!"
Her eyes stare deeper into her reflection.

She looks up, she remembers where she was earlier in the day, at Primrose high, the way the ceilings looked, it was like the sky, high, beautiful, and endless. the walls were tiled and pea sized gold decorated the chandelier above her head.

"Primrose High school!" She reads out. Just the sound of it's name overshadowed her.

Someone holds her hands and she jerks up. She turns to find him.

He was clothed in a faded Jean top and faded shorts, his blond hair was scattered and beards untrimmed. She slightly releases her hand from his grip turning, she wonders if anyone saw that.