Facing Reality (3) I chewed on the soft tender meat of delicious chicken. My vegetables were mixed in what was the remaining rice in my plate. I set the half eaten chicken wing down and took a sip of my fruit punch. I finished the last of my rice and vegetables. Slowly I ate my way through the chicken. I swallowed the last mouthful of fruit juice before picking up the plastic plate, cup and utensils and proceeded to the nearby dustbin. "I see you are done," a voice from the door startled me. "Mrs-" I stopped short as I realized the person was not Mrs Rowan. It was a man. I stared awkwardly at him. "I'm Mr Des," the man explained. "Mrs Rowan needed to attend to some...things and she asked me to keep an eye out for you." He smiled. "I think you need to get to your dormitory," he said kindly.
