Paige
"Sure," I gave her a gentle smile and a friendly nod. I adjusted my loose green camo hoodie, which I wore over a light grey tank top. It was cotton, bought from a specialty store that only sold ethically made clothes. I took a bite out of the taco. Some of the kids thought I was annoying because I protested the foods in the cafeteria until they got meat from slaughterhouses approved by Temple Grandin. Really, because we eat them, it means we owe them respect. "The name's Paige," I looked up at her. "You seem excited."