Faria wasted time listening to music, her one true love. Then slipped into unconsciousness out of pure boredom before she awoke around lunch time. Her stomache gurgling and growling at her, she never ate much in the mornings. Starving by the time lunch rolled around. The girl stood up from her place on the cool linoleum tile floor, and stretched her arms high above her head. Arching her back for a better stretch; then she sighed softly and looked herself over in the mirror. Since they gym she'd changed, wearing red heels with loose black slacks and a form fitting red button down top. The collar was popped from her nap on the clean floor, she smoothed it down in the mirror and looked down at her hands, a cliche class ring in silver there. Very boring ring, silver with the school's name around the red rhinestone. Her eyes rolled.<br/><br/>The young woman walked out of her room and down halls, passing the occasional person, and into the small cafe. What she would give to cook again! The food smelled like plastic here and tasted like cardboard. All bland and disgusting to her. Another sighed was earned at this thought. 'Detention' was no safe haven like they claimed. It was a prison. She walked down the line, asking for nothing. Grabbing a salad now. Her appetite was fading fast, her frustration on the rise. It was almost frightening to think of what she could do if she had her abilities back. Now so mature, with a slightly better grip on her emotions. Could she do what had earned her a place in here again? With all the pent up rage she harbored for this establishment?<br/><br/>She slid into a seat at one of the small tables and her eyes glared up at the white lights. Fluorescent, bright, sucking the life out of everything it seemed. She just wanted color. Real color. Somewhere that felt homey and not like a hospital. What was she going to do? She needed out. She felt it. She needed out now.