Ainsley sat at the kitchen table with a forlorn expression over her delicate features. She shifted uneasily, her icy blue eyes lowering as her hands squeezed the hem of her skirt and released it repeatedly. She took a deep breath and then with a lingering hesitation she raised her hands off her lap to reach for her fork before she withdrew again. It was difficult! She had almost cleared her plate but sitting there on the side, shuffled about the plate several times already, was a couple slices of bacon. If this had been a week ago she would have eaten it without question but now all she could think about was the pig it used to be.
It had a beating heart just like her and it breathed air just like her. It had been alive just like she was. How could she just eat it? How could she go back on everything she fought for? She tried so hard to get others to believe in her, to believe in what she fought for but at the bottom of things did she believe in it? Was she willing to go the extra mile? Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she looked at the bacon, pushing it back and forth on her plate a couple more times as if she'd suddenly be willing to eat it.
No. With a sigh Ainsley pushed the plate away from her and set the fork down.
"I'm full. Thank you for breakfast." She said this politely as she pulled away from her seat at the table. "Please excuse me."
As Ainsley left the table and reached the hallway all she could think about was that pig. Her head turned to the left and she seen her backpack but instead of her normal backpack she seen the face of a pig. Startled, Ainsley looked to the floor and spotted her shoes. Again, instead of her shoes she seen pig's feet. Her hands flew up into the air as she let out a squeak, her hands falling down to cover her mouth. The things the youma Bazzite had said to her the night before had a lot of effect on the child, causing her stomach to churn as her thoughts spun. What was she going to do? It hurt to think about it.
With an unease, Ainsley's back fell against the wall as she slid down to the floor. Her eyes gazed over the floor with care as she slowly found where her shoes rested. Her vision appeared to be normal again because instead of the pig's feet she seen before, this time they were just her normal Mary Janes. With a sigh of relief, Ainsley's arms reached over and picked them up and slipped them onto her feet.
Things would be better once she got to school. It was the first day back, after all!
