Aria's pov
The morning sunlight slanted across the cafeteria windows, catching the tiles and bouncing off the trays in the cafeteria.
I trudged in, dragging my feet, as my muscles were screaming after yesterday's blood oat, although it wasn't such hard stuff to do. But if you were in my shoes, maybe you would understand.
My stomach grumbled, making it look as if I was starving but I wasn’t starving, just that breakfast felt like a necessity more than anything else.
I grabbed a tray and loaded it with eggs, some bread, a little fruit, and slid toward an empty table in the back. Far enough from Lander and those silly heirs prying eyes. I sank into the bench and started picking at the food, trying to keep my head down.
Then all of a sudden, someone shoved me from behind. I looked up,
