Thread:Corbierr/@comment-24596535-20141227160121/@comment-24596535-20141227163432

CHAPTER FIVE - Friendzoned (I don't know though, couldn't come up with a better title)

 Lunch time at Artemis was the same time for everyone. It was a slightly...chaotic hour, but most of the students were enjoying it.

 Chance was with Park, watching his friend pig out with amusement, keeping score of how many mini bags of chips he could down before he had to stop; the current "record" of his was thirty, and that was just because lunch had finished before he could eat the thirty-first.

 Chance: You hungry there?

 Park just grinned at him and continued to eat.

 Meanwhile, Clementine was watching the news report on the small television that was placed in the cafeteria, needing something to do while Morishige taught Hannah more Japanese. It was meant to be just a weekly lesson, but sometimes Hannah got a little over-eager and asked for his tutoring on extra days, and her best friend wasn't one to say no. Out of boredom, she needed to find a way to entertain herself. Besides art, she didn't mind catching up on current events; it was a bit of a lonely activity, but at least she wasn't being bothered.

 Newsperson: In the Northeast, the coast levels have been rising at an unusual rate. Scientists are still trying to figure out why.

 Clementine: That's weird...

 Dalton: Ooh, news! What's going on?

 She was so caught off guard at his sudden appearance that she jumped.

 Clementine: What? Uh, where did you come from?

 Dalton: Texas! Austin, to be specific! A whole three hour flight away!

 He answered with an enthusiastic grin.

 Clementine: Uh, right...good for you?

 Dalton: Thanks!

 Clementine: Yeah, Whatever. Anyway, apparently there's some stuff going on with the tides, and nobody knows what's going on. It's weird!

 Dalton: It's cool!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> The upperclassmen frowned at him, unsure what to make of him or how to respond. He was...strange. Not to mention confusing. She decided to go with good, old fashioned sarcasm.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Clementine: Yeah, maybe if you like drowning...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: But think of the mystery part! It sounds so cool, doesn't it?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Clementine: You seem to think everything is cool.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: I see no reason why I shouldn't! I like to be positive. Is that so wrong?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Was he getting upset? It was hard to tell. Either way, it was time to go; Morishige and Hannah were done with their lesson, so she didn't have to stay here.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Clementine: You know what? Sure. I see your point. Why don't you continue being positive over here, while I go...practice over there?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: Okay!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> With a roll of her eyes, she left the table. Dalton watched her go, smiling.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Morishige saw her coming and got to his feet.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Morishige: Hey, sorry, I was just...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Clementine: I know, Shige. Come on, let's eat...I need an actual conversation now that I was attacked by Mr. Positive...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> She glanced back at the table, while her friend just laughed a little and motioned towards the lunch line.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Morishige: Right, come on then.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> On the other side of the room, Kelly was alone. Michelle was off who-knew-where, and everyone else was ignoring her. She watched everyone laughing and talking, while a feeling of depression and loneliness washed over her. Nobody wanted to hang out and joke around with her…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: If I killed myself, noone would notice.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle happened to be walking by and heard what her roommate said. So she backtracked and said,

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: Oh yeah, because it’s not like it’s more satisfying to live and make people notice you. Nope, you sure got it figured out.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: You know I wasn’t really being serious, right?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: Maybe I was confused by your oh-so-subtle sense of humor.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> She took a seat at the table and asked,

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: So what’s wrong?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: Like you care. Don’t you have some sleeping to do or something? Why bother me.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: Excuse me for being under the impression that you actually wanted someone to talk to. You could have made that much more obvious.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Annoyed, Royle got up to leave the table. Kelly sighed and called her back.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: Alright, sorry. You have a point. But I’d expect even you would have someone to talk to who isn’t me.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: Are you honestly suggesting my social life consists of anything other than simply living with other people? Wow, you must really have an interesting point of view. You’re like a sad version of Dalton.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly managed a little smile, and Royle smirked just a bit.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: We’re both lonely, huh?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle:...I never said I was looking for friends!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: A little defensive there, huh? Maybe it’s all the coffee.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> She motioned to the cup that was in her roommate’s hand. It was usually always with her, and always being refilled.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: Yeah, whatever.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle did secretly agree that she had gotten too angry too fast. Truth is, she did want friends. But she didn’t like admitting it, or admitting any sort of weakness at all. She just wasn’t good at letting go of her pride or telling people how she felt. That’s where the sarcasm came in.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly, on the other hand…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: What does it matter? I drive everyone away anyways. Nobody likes me, so you don’t need to try.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: What’s with all the back and forth? Have I ever at all indicated that I didn’t like you?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: You’re pretty sarcastic for someone who wants to be nice.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: You’re pretty cynical for someone who doesn’t know me.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly got annoyed again. What were they trying to say? It wasn’t her fault for being depressed, it was her shitty life…and her roommate was in no position to talk to her about judging someone.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: Like you even know me?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: At least I don’t just assume everyone hates me! And if you don’t think that, you aren’t doing a good job of showing that. Not everything is worth being upset over, and not everyone is going to hurt you somehow. But oh, that wasn’t what you wanted to hear, is it?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly: What’s your problem?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle: What’s yours?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> There was a pause, and both girls looked at each other.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Kelly:... So, we might as well eat our lunches now.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Royle just rolled her eyes and took a drink of her coffee. They ate together for the rest of the period, in silence, but not in loneliness.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Meanwhile, Cassandra was reading a book about ghosts in the far corner of the room. It was a book she had read several times already, and would continue to read several more times.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> She was so wrapped up in learning about exorcism that when Marissa came over, she was genuinely caught off guard for once.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa: Hey, that book looks really cool!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Cassandra: ...Yeah.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa then sat down at the table with her. Cassandra didn’t say anything, but she simply returned to her reading.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa: Where did you get it, anyways?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> She sighed and didn’t look up from the text as she replied,

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Cassandra: I don’t remember.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa: ...Oh, that’s okay. Sorry, I just really love the supernatural, I think it’s really cool!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Cassandra: Whatever.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> She got up and left the table, annoyed at the other girl for interrupting her reading. Couldn’t anyone tell that she just wanted to be left alone?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa sighed and watched her go. She was just trying to make friends...it wasn’t her fault Cassandra was such a loner.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> A few minutes later, Lana joined her, carrying a full lunch tray. Today they were serving pizza.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Lana: Hey girl! What’s up?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa: Not much. I was trying to talk to Cassandra, you know, like make friends with her and stuff, but then she was being kind of rude and just walked away…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Lana rolled her eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Lana: She totally wanted your friendship. Look, moron. Don’t waste time trying to be friends with her if she doesn’t want to be friends back.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa: But she seems so lonely, I feel kind of bad. Besides, she knows a lot about ghosts and stuff, and I like that sort of thing.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Lana: And that’s how you end up working as a fake fortune teller in a cheap carnival.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> With a frown, Marissa said,

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa: I kind of feel bad for her, that’s all.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Lana: I’m sure everyone wants to be friends with someone who pities them!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Marissa: It’s not like that…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> But her friend laughed and smirked at her.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Lana: I know, idiot. Now are you going to eat or what? I’m starving…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Around the same time that Marissa and Lana both started having their lunch and changing the conversation from Cassandra to the math test next period, Dalton decided to go and tell Chance and Park about the good news.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: Hi guys!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance looked up from Park, who was working on the twenty-second bag at the moment as well as a slice of cake.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: Ah, hey Texas. What’s up?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park was surprised and glanced away from the food.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: Hi, freshy! Join us.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance stifled a laugh at how his friend referred to Dalton as the “freshy”. Apparently, Park still hadn’t gotten the memo that Chance was also a freshman, despite being old enough to be a junior.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: Okay!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> He smiled and took a seat.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: So, what it is, man?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: I just talked to Clementine!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park got confused a little.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: Okay, am I missing something?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance shook his head with amusement.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: Nope…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: Uh, okay.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: I think I’m in love with her!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> As he said that, Park had gone back to eating and thus nearly choked on his slice of cake. He and his best friend shared confused and worried glances.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: What? Where did this come from? Are you okay, dude? Unless she kissed you or something, you should not just be…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: Why not?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance sighed.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: Dude, are Jake and I going to need to explain to you all the issues with this situation when we’re home?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: Sure, if it’ll get you two to stop arguing!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance:...Hah, good luck with that one.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: What’s going on? Now I know I’m missing something.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: I’m a freshman like they are. I’ve been held back. We share a room. That’s the whole story.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: Oh, okay!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> It was humorous how easily his friend accepted the news.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: I’ve almost been held back before too. Grades and stuff, you know?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: I’ve had different reasons…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> But he didn’t say any more, nor did he need to because Dalton said,

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: Can one of you just try and talk to her for me at some point? I’d like to know what she thinks of me without scaring her away.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: Yeah, okay, whatever you say dude…

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Dalton: Thanks!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> He grinned and walked away, with the two jocks looking on in amusement and more confusion.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Park: Kid’s in over his head. Is he always like that?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> Chance: Yeah…but that’s what makes him cool.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> The two of them shrugged and Park returned to the eating challenge.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:1.5;text-align:center;"> It was just another average lunch period at Artemis...