She knew no one. They were all strangers. In her life before it had happened, that wouldn't have bothered Emma at all. She had been the popular one. The one everyone flocked to. She made friends as easily as fish took to water. After her powers had manifested, though, in one violent eruption.. all that she recognized as familiar had been turned upside-down and inside-out. Nothing fit. Nothing made sense.
The blonde took a deep breath, holding the lunch tray in her arms as she glanced around the buzzing space. The thought of striking up a conversation with someone was terrifying. She didn't want to get angry or upset and accidentally cause a fork to smash into the person's eye. It was why she had basically sequestered herself for the past few years. Even from her family.
..No, especially from her family.
She finally took a seat by the window. It was a dreary day.. dark clouds sucking the life out of the entire landscape. She got distracted by a tree --that seemed to be happening a lot lately-- and as she was reaching for her knife to cut the chicken breast on her plate, she miscalculated the distance and ended up slicing her thumb on the blade. She sucked in a pained breath and immediately brought the wound to her mouth.. but it was deeper than a simple cut. She fumbled for a napkin, her thumb already starting to throb with heartbeat-led-pain.