bad girls

26

Clary

We pull ourselves together and head outside. We look decent, I think. We make our way to the cafeteria.

Alyssa just seems like she wants to cry every time we talk about the party. She needs to get over it. I kind of wanted to feel sympathy towards her but I think she was conscious enough to evaluate her choices. I did the same amount of drugs as she did and I was conscious enough. Ugh, whatever. It is not my problem.

We end up looking around the packed cafeteria. It looks like a fucking cemetery in the night zombies are woken up to eat the brains of everyone because of a mad scientist's idea, but that is beside the point. Everyone seems to be completely deceased from last night. I believe everyone in the camp went. We sit on a table I choose because same blonde kid from last night is sitting there, by himself, with sunglasses on and his head lying on the table. Out of nowhere, I feel courage to give him a small tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, can we sit here?" He seems to wake up from a deep sleep. He nods and looks at all of us, while we take a place on the rounded table.

I sit next to him, and everyone stays quiet, looking around, probably spotting the friends they made last night. 

"So, what's your name, blonde cocaine keeper?" I ask him while he takes off his sunglasses.

"Call me Jerry. What about you, blonde sweetheart?" He doesn't say that flirting. He says it as if he calls everyone by sweetheart.

"Clary. Great time, by the way." I smile. Melany and Dakota stare at me with their tired faces. I shrug while I whisper 'what?' To them.

"Good morning, young fellas. We hope you had a nice sleep. We have prepared the different schedules in the door of your dorms. Fulfill with each activity, and have a nice day!" An old man speaks through the speakers all over the cafeteria. Tori grunts like a wounded animal.

"You can now, by tables, pick up your tray and your breakfast." The old man finishes. I infer it's an old man by the excitement in his words because it's directed to kids that will change. 

The first table stands up and grab their food. We wait until it's our turn. We all stand up but Alyssa. She's daydreaming, with a worried look, which makes me know she's thinking about all the bad things that will take her to hell. 

Melany pulls her up and breaks her ugly reverie.

We grab the tray, and fill it with the food ready to be picked up by vandals. I grab a cereal, to save myself for the midday meal.

We sit again on the table, and eat with nothing to say. I only exchange smiles with Jerry, and pray to myself that I don't feel sick through the day.