by Veronica Freud » Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:17 pm
It was one of the slower periods for the cafeteria, a time between meals when only those with difficult schedules usually ate. Which was perfect for the diminutive clone for a couple of reasons; it was much easier for her to navigate the lunch line when there were fewer people who could push her around and it also allowed her to usually eat alone. She did most everything alone now. She was seated atop one of the more remote little tables, her legs crossed and large complicated white boots laying off to the side. Her meals were never very special, usually just scraps or pieces cut off from the specials, but she tended to eat quite a bit for someone her size.
She lifted a toothpaste cap full of grape juice to her lips, taking a sip.