"Lysandra, get up. We gotta go."
"Huh?" I can barely get the words out of my mouth before I'm blinded. Shihong pulls the blankets away from me and dangles a uniform in front of my squinty eyes. Right. I'm not at home anymore. Will I ever go back? Then I remember her words from yesterday, about how the people here would become my family. As of right now, I'm not feeling to keen on the idea of sisters that flip on the lights before I can prepare myself.
"Well don't just stare at me! Breakfast is waiting," she raises her eyebrows at me when I lunge for the uniform at the mention of breakfast. Rolling her eyes she turns around while I attempt to put everything on.
"It might be-" I begin as I start to button up the fitted pants. "Oh." They fit perfectly against my hips. "How did you know my size?"
Shihong chuckles as she hands me an elastic for my hair. "You really think that after watching you for as long as the scouts did, that they wouldn't be able to gather information as simple as your size?"
"I guess I didn't think about that," I mumble as I put together a haphazard ponytail in the mirror. I try to smooth down the little hairs that decide to make an appearance dancing on my skull, but Shihong sighs impatiently and pulls me toward the door.
The cafeteria smells of eggs and sausage, which reminds me that I'm hungry. I see several tables filled with comrades that pretend not to notice me, which I don't mind. Closer to the line are a couple of tables that I assume are filled with newbies like me.
I search for the boy I met last night-- or wasn't it this morning? Quin. As we come to a stop in the back of the line, I notice him with a man with graying hair getting their breakfast. I watch as he's directed to a table closest to the food line, then get distracted as we get our food. Shihong has me sit at a table in the corner, where I meet a girl named Maribella, who has a strong accent.
"Where are you from?" I ask her. She lights up at this.
"Italia! Only the most wonderful place to grace the earth. Well, aside from here. Pure stroke of genius, my mother told me." She beams and eats some more food.
"Wow, Italy. I always really wanted to go there. Is this place really popular over there?" I never knew that the Rebels had any supporters that would go public about it.
"Oh yes, very popular! We Italians have always enjoyed a bit of a rebel," She winks at her mentor, who blushes.
"Well, she's got you wrapped around her little finger already Ulrich?" He blushes even more and shoots a glare at Shihong.
"Shut up," he mumbles. I catch a slight German accent and am about to ask if he's from Germany when the room goes silent.
Jol walks in, and looks pleased with the affect he has on the crowd. "Alright, mentors, bring your kiddies to the combat room within fifteen minutes. We need to get started."
What had been a semi-enjoyable morning suddenly falls to the pit of my stomach, trying to hide. Shihong nudges my elbow, "Eat up."