Post by Jamie Leigh on Mar 5, 2013 16:27:54 GMT -5
For several minutes now, Jamie had found herself staring at the available cutlery in the mess hall. She was sitting on her table, with what she desired to eat that evening, but even after six months at this camp, it was unusual how unequipped they were. Even at her boarding school, they had specific cutlery for dessert and mains. But here. The same utensils was used for everything. And no one seemed to understand how wrong that was. Jamie had been raised in an upper class environment, and although she was not so much a snob - she actually thought no differently of people of different social classes. It was more so the etiquette that troubled her. Many people didn't know the meaning of the word 'manners' and this situation with the cutlery? Well, most of them ate like savages anyway. Shoving the food into their mouths like pigs. She felt bad when she started to understand why her father hadn't wanted her to be around children of the lower classes. But, really. Jamie just knew she could never eat her food like that.
Perhaps it was just the boarding school that got to her, though, and managed to convince her to stay the way she was. Jamie didn't like to judge people from their classes. There were even the few scholarship students who attended the same school that she did, and Jamie was more than happy to be friends with them. She was best friends with one of them. Of course, this was something that the snobs of the school judged her for. But they would never openly say anything. Not when Jamie was actually of a higher status than most of them. Probably because her father had a closer blood link to the Queen of England than any of the others did. And apparently, that was something to be proud of. Not that it bothered Jamie in any way. Naturally, she respected the Queen. But she also thought her of no higher status than any other person in the country. Everyone was equal. It was just their manners that tended to dissuade Jamie from trying to befriend them.
Nevertheless, here she sat, just staring at both her food and the cutlery she was supposed to eat it with. "How...?" She commented, "I can't just use the same cutlery for all of it..." Biting her lip, she fixed her gaze on her food as her stomach began to ache and moan from its hunger. It was inevitable, though. And so, within a fair amount of time, she consumed and finished her food before she stared at it all again. "Father would probably be ashamed of me." She said, adding, "I can't imagine he'd comfortable with my being here... even if he did send me. Mother probably never told him the details." Of course she was talking to herself now. But what should that matter? Sometimes her thoughts were aloud. And honestly? Jamie wasn't too bothered about that. So long as they weren't offensive thoughts about anyone nearby then it was completely fine.
notes: ugh. idk. I just thought back to a certain conversation that happened once. xD
