No one noticed me skip the food fight. Which was good in a way because I would probaly end up hurting or killing someone. I had no confidence in myself or my powersince I got here. The people are nice but I perferred living on the road fighting off soldiers. Surriving by tooth and nail. Yes that life style was miserable when I lived it but atleast I wasn't trapped not able to fight. I longed for a good fight. I went outside and enjoyed the fresh air. dreaming of the road.