Aria's pov 

 The morning sunlight slanted across the cafeteria windows, catching the tiles and bouncing off the trays in the cafeteria. 

I trudged in, dragging my feet, as my muscles were screaming after yesterday's blood oat, although it wasn't such hard stuff to do. But if you were in my shoes, maybe you would understand. 

My stomach grumbled, making it look as if I was starving but I wasn’t starving, just that breakfast felt like a necessity more than anything else.

I grabbed ...