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the atrium of vanderbilt is also the dining hall, with café style tables and exotic plants littered about, lots of natural light, and another attached greenhouse type area. buffets of different ethnic food line the walls, with special diets included. there is a rotating menu provided by the chefs daily.

Charles walked into the Dining Hall for breakfast with Darla.

(They're not here for breakfast, they are in the empty classroom.)

Cyrilla ran in, grabbing Greek yogurt, chocolate, and cheese. On second thought, she replaced the chocolate with a lemon tart

Drew wasn't that starving so he only grabbed one of the lemon tarts and sat down with Cyrilla.

She shoved her face with food, ravenous

Drew ate his chocolate tart while kicking up his feet on the table, but not in the way of their food.

((oops meant lemon tart*))

She wiped crumbs off her chin. "So...who are you agai?"

After a swallow Drew said
"I'm Drew Nolan Miller Reed. Russian prince and upcoming actor. Still working on the second part."

She nodded and checked her phone. "Piler left the Glam Clan! " she screeched happily"This will give more readers!"

Drew chuckled. "exciting day for the Glammies huh?"

She chirped,"Yup! People will talk..."

"Indeed they will." Drew said as he took another bite from his lemon tart with a smirk.

Cyrilla smiled. "What di you like to do?" she blurted out

"Shopping, partying, eating food..." Drew said with a smile.

"Shouldn't the Prince of Russia be studying for his French exam?" she asked innocently.

"Yes he should" Drew said while sitting up. He then added with a smile "Ya wanna help me study? "

"Oh? The Prince can't do it hinself?" she laughed

"Well, the prince can. But you see, the prince likes having company even more." Drew said with an even more handsome smile.

"Alright sissy! " she grabbed his arm and pulled him up

Drew followed with a laugh.

"Where to? Have a dorm yet? Gazebo? Huh huh huh?" she asked

"We can go to mu dorm." Drew said with a smile as he pulled her along now.

Cyrilla followed him, swinging her baggage

Spring walked into the dining hall, grabbing a salad.

Tiffany walked in, grabbing a tangerine and some Greek yogurt

"Hey there." Spring said, walking over to Tiffany.

"Hey! What's your name?" Tiffany asked, handing her student card to the cashier.

Tiffany went out as Cyrilla entered.

Cyrilla found a chocolate eclair and licked her lips. "Yum!" She squealed, opening her Kate Spade envelope style bag.

Clay walked up to the table that she was at with a plate in his hands, really hoping that she wasn't mean like the populars. "Hey... Can I sit here?" he stammered, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"What?" Cyrilla asked, fumbling through her bag for her student card and phone, which was blaring pop music at a defaning level. "Yeah, sure!:

He gave her a small smile. "Thanks," Clay said as he sat down. "I'm Clay and if you hadn't already noticed, I'm new here and lacking friends. Who are you?"

"Cyrilla Juniper Carrow! Been here for ages- sadly." She chirped , pushing her bubblegum pink dyed curls off her forehead. "Did you arrive yesterday? Do you a dorm? Have you gotten your classes?" Cyrilla bombarded him with questions, munching on her eclair, cream everywhere.

"I only came a couple days ago, I don't know my dorm number yet, I've gotten my classes." Clay answered her rapid fired questions almost just as fast. He pushed his glasses farther up his nose.

Cyrilla smiled broadly. "I'll betcha you'll get a dorm soon! Oops, what's your name again? Sorry!" She gave the empty plate to a nearby waiter.

"Clay," he said with a small smile. "Although most of the people know me as the weird guy in the back of the class."

"Clay. Huh! Maybe I'll see you around? I think we have a French class tomorrow." She remarked. "Whatcha gonna do today? And don't let the snobbish people get you down."

"I won't let the snobs get me down, I promise. I grew up around snobs." Clay laughed softly. "And I really have no clue what I'm going to do besides classes because I'm boring and weird."

"Not to brag, but Vanderbilt owns the whole isles, complete with forests and walking paths. We have so much to do! And clubs!"

"I knew that this place was rich but wow," he said with wide eyes. "Seriously. This is all new to me, including all the rich stuff."

"It gets tiring, believe me." She shrugged. "Our family....uh....house is so cold and empty. I'm sort of a black sheep too."

He nodded. "My sisters hated me, but they're the only reason I'm here so I guess that I should thank them. They heard me singing in the shower and decided to record it." Clay shrugged. "Maybe we can be outcasts together like Damian and Janis from Mean Girls."

Cyrilla squealed. "Yes! Mean Girls! I love Janis!" She lowered her voice to a whisper,"Other people are too 'cool' to watch it, but I love it!"

Clayton laughed. "You go Glen Coco!" he quoted for fun. A grin appeared on his face.

"Four for you, you go Glen coco!" She parroted, giggling like mad.

"She doesn't even go here," Clayton said as he pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

Cyrilla laughed. "On Wednesdays we wear pink!" She chirped as Le Clique Magnifique strutted by and sneered.

He looked at the obviously populars and almost flipped them off, but then thought against it. He rolled his eyes at them and turned back to Cyrilla.

"Ignore them. They're about as bad, if worse, than the Glam Clan- Princess Evangeline Vanderbilt and her mindless followers."