Half an hour later, Dolce, who was full after a single plate of pasta, sat in stunned silence, staring at the pile of empty plates in front of Juniper. Her expression had shifted from one of mild surprise to utter disbelief. Juniper was tall and looked like she barely weighed a hundred pounds. How could she eat so much and not gain any weight?
Dolce surreptitiously pinched the flesh at her own waist. Sometimes, being at a dinner table felt like a crime scene.
Just then, Qadir and his friends passed by the cafeteria on their way back from lunch with Queenie. Seeing Juniper’s “battlefield,” he exclaimed, “Whoa, is the new girl a reincarnated hungry ghost or something?”
“Seriously, this doesn’t exactly fit the image of the delinquent princess we heard about,” one of his friends added.
Qadir smirked. “Yeah, she can really pack it away!”
Curious, Queenie, who had been reviewing vocabulary, glanced over. She saw the new student holding a bowl bigger than her face and slurping down the last of her soup, even picking out the last few bits of green onion from the bottom. She was a model citizen of food conservation.
“Don’t you guys think…” Queenie closed her book, her gaze fixed on Juniper, who was now leaning back in her chair with a satisfied, dazed expression. “…the new girl is kinda cute?”
Qadir and his friends looked again. “You know, she really is!”
Fiercely cute.
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After lunch, Juniper got a meal card and returned to the classroom. The afternoon was devoted to math, and the lesson was on advanced problems from past college entrance exams. The difficulty was cranked to the maximum. While the teacher lectured with passion, the students below sighed in despair, the air thick with more gloom than a haunted house.

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