Before I could even take a fork full of the disgusting mush I saw PJ hanging with a bunch of friends across the dinner hall. He called me over and I gladly left my empty table to sit with him, although I was nervous about meeting all his friends.
"Hi" I said as I sat down at the table.
"Hey! Guys this is Dan" he told the table and they all nodded at me "Dan this is the guys. There's pete" he pointed towards a brunnete haired boy who looked strangely like flinn rider "Cook" that was a red head with a lip piercing "and carrie" a pretty blonde girl whos hair cadcaded in curls around her face. She had one arm wrapped around Pete.
"It's nice to meet you" Carrie said sweetly, it was hard to figure out why she was in here but I decided not to ask. I nodded in greeting and we began to eat the food. It tasted like bile running down my throat and had a kick at the end.
"Ew" I outburst as I felt my stomach rumble with a sickly feeling.
"it's gross right?" Cook laughed at my reaction
"You could say that" I responded as I pushed the food around with my spoon (apparently we're not allowed knives or forks) . "Wow pete, how!?" I questioned as I saw Pete shove the food inside his mouth.
"He gets extra points for it" Carrie told me and shook her head so her curls fell over her face.
"What are points even for?" I questioned
"Rec room" Pete said through a mouth full of food
"He gets to play video games" Cook laughed at him.
"I dont think it's worth this!" I indicated towards the food that was slowly getting colder. And as if to emphasise my point my stomach began to rumble even louder, I felt the food rise in my throat and the nausea washed over me.
"Be right back" I called and practically ran out of the cafeteria. As soon as I hit the toilet the food rushed out of my mouth and made it taste of acid. Tears pricked my eyes.

I washed my hands at the sink and swirled a little around my mouth to conceal the after taste, wishing I had a mint. I thought about going back to my room and brushing my teeth but I didn't particularly want to be in a room with Phil until I have to.

I splashed water in my face and walked back to the table where everyone was watching me.
"You alright Dan?" Carrie questioned when I sat down.
"You look unbelievably pale mate" PJ commented. I felt pale and also flustered.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine now." I reassured them "just the food didn't quiet agree with me"
"It doesn't agree with anyone" Cook laughed "not even Pete here, he's the worst roommate ever trust me on that one"
"Hey!" Pete elbowed Cook and curry splashed onto the table making us all laugh.
"what you got now Dan?" PJ asked when we had become quiet.
"Art" I said and he smiled at me widely.
"Same here" I smiled back, at least I wouldn't be alone "all these losers have music!"
"oi" Pete Laughed "Music is an artform, you just jelly because you're never with us"
"As if" he rolled his eyes "get over yourself pete" he chuckled and Pete splashed a bit of curry sauce over him from across the table.
"That'll earn you minus 5 points!" Cook exclaimed
"Not if I help clean him up it wont" pete winked at Cook. These people weren't bad, better than the ones at school anyways... well except for Chris. But I still felt sort of left out.

~
In art I had creators block and all I could manage to do was shade in the corner of my, otherwise blank, page.
"Come on Dan! Wheres your creativity?" The art, kind of, teacher asked me and I shrugged. I've never been too good at drawing, I mean sure Im creative but I can't even trace.
"Wow pj well done!" I looked to the side of me and saw PJ had created so many little characters with names.
"That's amazing!" PJ smiled at me "how do you come up with these?"
"I dunno" he said, concentrating on his next character: someone that looked like him and had a jet pack on, traveling to a little planet "I guess I just have a creative flare." He stuck his tongue out as he outlined the character.
"I wish I had one" I sighed. Then I remembered.
I remember when I was younger I used to want to draw all the time but couldn't. I liked drawing maps for some reason, well tracing them. After a while of me struggling and getting pissed off at inanimate objects my mum suggested I make up my own. I started doing 'brain maps'. Little cities that were inside the mind, building's and factories dotted all around. I started doing one, some of the streets were shut down with one factory broken. Before I knew what I was doing I wrote "social" on the broken factory and I started to do a brain map... for Phil. I drew builders on top of it, fixing it, and put an "open soon" sign on the side.
"Daniel!" The teacher outburst and I flinched, expecting her to say it was crap. "May I?" She asked but before I could respond she lifted up my drawing and was showing it to the entire class whilst I blushed deeply and tried to disappear.
"Don't have a creative flare my ass" PJ chuckled.
"It's no where near as good as yours" I told him as I gladly took the picture off the teacher. Before we could carry on the conversation the door swung open and a plump looking lady sauntered in, wearing a yellow hospital uniform. I think she's a receptionist here.

"Phone call for Daniel Howell" she called.