Training Room/Gym

I stared at her in shock. Maybe this is good? Or maybe it's a surprise attack to kill me! I ran and hid again.....in the minifridge.

"Oh shush up. I'm sleeping because of my narcolepsy." Holly rolled her eyes.

I looked around the cramped fridge. Food! I attacked a hogie like I haven't eaten in days, which is pretty accurate.

Holly quietly sighed. This was what she was thinking: Whatever, what a smart-ass

I finished the huge sandwich and started on a huge 2liter of Mountain Dew. So gooooood!

Holly nodded. "As a matter of fact, I am thinking you are a smart-ass."

I burped from the carbonation and a miniature snow storm popped out of my mouth. Oops. The inner fridge and outer door was now covered in a thin sheet of ice.

Holly froze. "Did you hear something from the mini-fridge?" She asked him.

Holly chuckled. "You were chowing down on the food in that mini-fridge, you should've ate at the dining room with all the others."

I looked at the girl and the boy guiltily, the Moutain Dew two inches away from my wide mouth. I froze in attempt to hide myself.

Holly shook her head in amusement. She started to chip the ice off again.

I unfroze my face to glare at the girl, which wasn't seen because of my curtain of hair blocking my eyes. I froze back in fear that either of these people might hurt me.

I inched my hand slowly toward some string cheese and a jar of honey. Must....honey....the....cheese....

Holly stopped her hand with ice. "Don't. Touch. The. Food." She told her.

"I'll touch the damn food if I want to touch the damn food." I said coldly, then covered my mouth in shock. That was my first sentence in a week.

I unfroze my hand and looked down in shame. "I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what? No one will hurt you." Holly assured her.