Chloe & Malia
Malia still wasn't feeling very social. She hadn't for a long time, since the beautiful place she thought she'd found had exploded all around her. She was acutally quite a bit better at being antisocial than she was at being social, so she hadn't minded that much. Or at least, she hadn't minded as much as she'd hated feeling like the world was against her. It wasn't that she thought she was being victimized, exactly. No. She felt - she knew that it was her fault as much as anyone else's, but that didn't make her feel any better. It sucked regardless.
So as she looked around her, she sat tiredly near a girl who looked like she wasn't paying attention. She wasn't in much of a mood to talk, but she wasn't in much of a mood to be alone, either.