>Applejack walked out of the lunchline and into the cafeteria with her tray. She stopped for a moment to look out into the sea of students to try and find an empty table to try and enjoy her lunch, but she knew she was probably just going to end up tossing it anyway, she wasnt particularly in the mood.
>Peering over the crowd, she finally spots one and starts weaving through other kids and tables to get to her destination.
>She looks down for a moment to her boots as they knock along the hard tile of the cafeteria and sighs for a moment, then immediately tries to put on a brave face and walk to her table with confidence.
>She set her tray down onto the table with a soft rattle as she hit the seat and immediately dropped her act.
>She hated to be in such a sour mood, but right now she really couldnt help it.
>Tonight was the night of the winter formal, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldnt get any guy to want to ask her.
>She had been trying to weeks to be extra friendly to every boy she came across, and even went as far as to put make up on for a couple days.
>But no matter how hard she had tried, none of it ever went past friendly conversation, and none of them even stuck around that long.
>She sighed again, flicking her water bottle with the hand she didnt move to prop up her face as she stared out at the wall.
>She looked at it rock for a moment precariously, before settling back into its original position without a hint of interaction.
>A cacophony of chatter was ringing out through the lunch room, but one conversation in particular stood out to Applejack as she turned to glance at the full table next to her.
"So was your dad really play for the Baltimare Ravens?"
"Does he really drop you off in a Mercedes every day?"
"How do you get your hair to look so amazing everyday?" A multitude of unfamiliar voices asked.