Please Don't Take This Out On Me

"Hey, man you okay?" I raised my head to see Mikey looking down at me with a concerned expression. "Y-yeah," I sighed. "I just don't really like it here." Mikey nodded understandingly and reached across the table to squeeze my shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sorry, Frankie." I smiled a bit at that nickname. "No problem, Mikes." Mikey grinned. "At least you've got me." "Yeah," I said. It was true. I was very happy I met Mikey. He was the only nice kid here so far!
My train of thoughts were interrupted when a lady I assumed was a chef arrived at our table and put down a plate with a cover on it. "Thanks," I smiled and the lady gave me a nasty look and my smile quickly faded. "Don't take it personally," Mikey whispered when she left. "She gives everyone that look." I bit my lip and looked down. It was still upsetting. I didn't like when people were mad at me or gave me mean looks because then I feel like I did something wrong.
"Hey it's okay," Mikey said. "Let's see what's for dinner." My tummy started growling and I managed a weak smile. "Sounds good." Mikey lifted up the cover of the tray and I started to feel sick. Two burgers were neatly sitting on it and looking sorta tempting. "Shit," I cursed; clutching my belly. "What's up? Do you not like burgers?" I bit my lip and felt tears start to form in my eyes. "I'm vegetarian." Mikey's eyes widened and he let out a low whistle. "Shit. Don't tell Mrs Skybalt that. The last vegetarian that came, she forced him to eat foie gras in front of everybody here. He got so sick he ran out puking." Mikey made a sick face. "It was awful." I flinched. There was no way I could talk to Mrs Skybalt about getting vegetarian meals. Hamburger meat was pretty cheap nowadays but veggie burgers weren't. I sighed and watched Mikey hungrily bite into his burger. "Sorry," he said with his mouth full. I shrugged. My first day here just keeps getting worse and worse.
I sat in silence for a bit; playing with my hands and thinking about mother. What would she be doing now? Probably knitting a scarf. Or twenty. She's like a granny. She just sits around in her rocking chair and knits things for people. She's knitted me about 5 sweaters. I smiled a bit when I thought about that one time when my head got stuck inside one of the arm holes somehow, and instead of helping me, my mom laughed and took photos. One photo was so 'funny' (apparently) she had hung it up on top of the fireplace where guests could see it and laugh at me. I miss my mom...
I was just thinking about the coolest sweater she knitted for me with the Misfits logo on it, when I felt a warm breath on my ear and jumped. "Why are you not eating, Mr Iero?" It was Mrs Skybalt.

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