You're A Freak, Motherfucker.

The Next Day

I skipped down the corridor, ignoring the frowns from the members of staff as i did so. I was heading towards the cafeteria for breakfast. A bowl of porridge and a cup of mineral water, couldn't wait. I opened the doors and rushed to my usual lone table. Meals would be given around on trays by staff, apparently it was too dangerous to have a line up thing or whatever. The doors opened, and i looked up to see the boy from yesterday. He sat down not at a table, but in the corner of the room. I sighed. Was this boy really worth me moving my eating space?

I seemed to have answered my own question, because soon i was walking up to the guy curled up in the corner. I sat down next to him, awkwardly. I wasn't very good with making new friends, or expressing body language. I was about as graceful as a hippo.
The boy lifted his head and we made eye contact.

"... I'm Angela" I coughed.

"Andy.." He said, quietly.

"What're you in for?" I smiled, sweetly at him.

"Defiancy i guess" He mumbled. "You?"

"Same" I then took some time to take in the boy's appearance.

He had a sleeve tattoo on one arm, and other tattoos on the other, and middle length dyed raven hair.

"I like your tats" I complimented him.

"Thanks" He mumered. "I like your hair"

I smiled at him. He noticed my bright red hair. Not that it wasn't noticable in all the whiteness of that place, it's just that no one usually said anything about it.

Notes

Sorry, that was short, but more to come
-xoxo frkshw