“Rosalie, it isn‘t that bad!” Georgia laughed as I stared at the green goop that had been given for me to eat. “Do I have to eat that

?” I replied, wide–

eyed, as I let it drop from the spoon back into the bowl. I looked up at Vicky and Georgia, bewildered at the amusement they fou nd in the situation. “Estrella said it‘s a protein pudding, and filled with nutrients

—” “Yeah, so is real food,” I protested in a voice only I could hear. I put the bowl down and picked up the orange juice sitting on the tray. “Am I not allowed to have real food?...