More Sneak Peaks?

I feel bad that it's taking so long, so here ya'll go, another sneak peak! Introducing: Zoey!



It was a girl who looked about thirteen, but she wasn’t dressed like any thirteen-year-old I have seen. She had chin-length black hair that had crazy layers that stuck out in odd places. Her face was pale (like everyone’s¬) and she wore thick eye-liner over her dark brown eyes and black lipstick on her thin lips. She wore a black T-shirt with a short, plaid skirt and on her feet were huge combat-looking boots. Her head was decorated with headphones with music blasting loudly.
Her expression was vacant from emotion as she walked toward me. Finally, she seemed to realize that someone else was out there too, and her dark eyes met mine. Pausing in her steps, she continued to stare and pulled her headphones around her neck, so the music was even louder. Monotonously she asked, “Who in the heck are you?”
I almost laughed at the comment. She had a pretty high voice and spunk as big as her boots, and yet she was so small. Smirking, I offer, “Roxanne. You?”
“Zoey. So, what’s your damage? I haven’t seen you here before.” She folded her arms inquisitively.
“I’m new, just got here yesterday from New York. What about you?” I turn toward her, glad that I had something to do than wallow in my grief. This girl was kind of entertaining.
“My sister and I have lived her for a year. We’re from South Dakota.”
“You got a story behind you?”
“Me and my sister got sick, my dad died, my mom ditched us, here we are.” Zoey said harshly.
“Wow, sounds tough. Sorry.” I liked the fact we were talking in incomplete sentences.
“You?”
“I was…” I realized then, how it all happened. I was hanging around… him, I got sick, he bit me, and I turned into a vampire. What was I suppose to say?
“I got the airborne sickness too, and here I am now.” I partly lied, “I’m gonna go get something to eat, so, I’ll see you around?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Zoey walked past me and started off to her original destination.
Laughing to myself, I began walking downstairs in the direction of the cafeteria. I wondered what time it was, and if my hair looked appropriate since I lacked a mirror. I heard the chatter and conversation before I turned the corner. There was a giant sea of people, and suddenly my stomach churned. I felt like this was the first day of school and I was that new kid that people would trip randomly so I would spill my tray. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, sighed, and made my way to the food.
I passed by tables with groups of people and a few turned their head to look at me. I grabbed a tray and a plate and looked at all the food options-lots and lots of food options. I thought maybe I accidentally come in on a huge important feast made only for, I don’t know, the queen? A fat queen. It was an endless line of deliciousness.
I wasn’t about to let up on this opportunity, so I filled my plate with the amazing foods, and I picked up an apple just so I could laugh at the irony. To make sure I wouldn’t look like a pig, I left before I could look any further. I looked around as I walked, for an empty table and sat to snarf down this amazing-looking meal.
I took a bite of my food, and realized that it tasted better than I remembered food had ever tasted…ever. I began eating with a bit more willingness and felt like a total nub. I tried not to look up from my tray to avoid people’s “I’m-better-than-you” stares.
In mid-chew, I saw someone come up to my table out of the corner of my eye.