...A move for my child

**Aria's POV**

“I suppose” The new cool said as he rubbed his chin.

“ Don’t know you that much, but my guess is that you are not one of the favorite ones around here”.

He sat beside me on the bench I had been sitting, away from the prying eyes of others.

I would have preferred my dinner in my room, but since no one would be bringing it down the hall to where I was.

It had taken enough courage for me to walk out of my room down to the dining hall to have breakfast.

The bench I sat at was dusty and very sticky with spilled tea and other things I didn’t want to think about.

The new cook had been one of the few people that had nothing earlier on when I was being jeered at.

I'd seen the way he looked at me with pity as I raced down the hall away from the other slaves when they had been jeering.

At that time, it was pointless, but now with him stuck to my side at a time when I needed comfort more any other thing on earth.

I wasn’t that concerned for my mental health among these menace of