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The cafeteria buzzed with the chatter and laughter of the kids. Students passed by me with trays and phones, talking excitedly. The smell of different kinds of food filled the air, but funny how it didn't get me disgusted.
Actually, the cafeteria looked quite nice with chairs that you'd find in a cafe. There were round tables, square tables, and rectangle tables. The floor was neat, and on the walls were paintings and portraits of different types of food. You'd get hungry just by watching them.
There were about eight long lines of students, who stood in front of large show glasses, displaying food, and drinks they could get. While the staff were dressed like chefs. It looked extravagant. Mysia was definitely a rich school.
As I made my way to one of the lines, the staring began, and they began to talk, although their speech was covered by the noise in the cafeteria, I knew they were talking about me.
