I take a seat in my normal spot, at the end of a table in the corner of the cafeteria. Today, one of the fluorescent lights above me is flickering; I sigh heavily in annoyance. I push the cafeteria chili around my plate with the plastic fork. A blond haired girl with a blue flowered headband shrieks and laughs, “Do you remember the time I asked for a milkshake and the waitress brought me an ice cream cone!?” All the girls at her table, wearing the same flower headband in a different color start hysterically laughing. I can’t help but frown. They sound like a bunch of seagulls and have the over exaggerated facial features of a child’s puppet. I see my English teacher, Ms. Jones, walk in the cafeteria eating a sandwich. I accidentally