<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Dark sat there giggling as she read her book, she found the way that Mr. Dickens wrote to be rather amusing and couldn't help herself at times. She sat there barely picking at her food as she was seemingly absorbed into her book. In truth, however, she was waiting to see if one of the few friends she had would come by and sit with her. The summer had been long and rather boring considering she did not live near any of them and then there was her home life. The less she dwelled on that subject the better, even touching on it now sent a small involuntary shudder through her body.<br/>
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Desperately trying to clear her mind, Dark gave a small sigh and peeked over her book to look around the room without anyone knowing she was doing so. This was a skill she had mastered over her high school career and gave her the advantage of knowing what was going on while everyone elts thought she was oblivious. Her eyes settled onto one of the popular kids' table and her heart sank as she saw that one of her best friends where there and they seemed to be wrapped up in a conversation with the rest of the table. Dark tried to lift her spirits by looking for another friend of hers, unfortunately, she didn't see them. So with a look of despair, she plunged back into her book and tried to forget her troubles in the fictional world that Mr. Dickens painted. </span>