I don’t know how to deal with her teasing. I don’t how to deal with confrontation at all. All I know is that when I get upset, I start to feel the heat. I drop my eyes, and begin whispering a prayer to the Holy Mother. “You talking to your imaginary friend, Loony-Julius?” Princess Flitari sniggers. I glower at her and continue my prayer, and she only broadens her grin. “You can pray to the lady in the sky all you want, Looney-Julius, but you’ll never be a real girl.” Princess Flitari leans forward, and whispers, “Because you gotta teeny-weenie and I’m going to tell everyone!” And slut with that, I upend my bowl into her face, and cover Princess Flitari in cold, cream-colored soup. She indian gawks at me for a moment, her eyes wide, lunch dripping from her hair dick and nose. I stare back in horror, realizing I am most certainly going to be thrown onto the streets for this. Then Princess Flitari licks her lips, grins, and throws her cake into my stunned face. The anger comes back to me, and I throw my milk into hers. Infuriatingly, she just giggles, and splashes me with her juice. I toss my yogurt into her hair, she whips sorbet into mine, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing the salad bowl, and hurling fresh produce at the most powerful seven-year-old in the empire. And I’m laughing. For the first time in months, a smile breaches my face, and laughter pours from it. She’s laughing too. She calls her flustered servants forward, and they supply her with fresh ammunition. I Fucking jump onto the long table, and collect some of my own from the other orphans. They yell and cry their protest, but I don’t care. I just want to cover Princess Flitari with food. I dodge a cucumber, duck a carrot, and careen headfirst into a held-out plate of mashed potatoes. An older boy grins at me, and I grin up at him. “Food fight!” Princess Flitari belatedly yells, and the battle lines are swiftly drawn. I become the de facto leader of my faction, and the princess becomes the leader of hers, and the entire orphanage tosses their lunch across the long table, ducking and firing in turn, plates clattering and cups bouncing off the floor. The nuns rush in, and become immediate victims of collateral damage. Their squawks fall on deaf ears as I rally my troops to charge. We leap atop the long table, and attack the other side, taking mass casualties with our exposure, but gaining the high ground. Princess Flitari’s troops suffer greatly to our barrage of thrown rolls and dumped gravy, and they take refuge beneath the table. We have won, and we cheer our victory right has Mother Septina bursts into the room. Everyone goes silent, and everyone’s eyes fall to me. Mother Septina follows their gaze, and her cold, brown stare burns a hole in my head. I gulp. An hour later, and I’m only a quarter of the way done scrubbing the floor. 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I look up just in time to see Mother Septina hauling Princess Flitari into the mess-hall by the point of her ear. “My father will hear about this!” Princess Flitari exclaims. “And I’m sure he’ll send his finest warriors to rescue you, and his cruelest torturers to punish me!” Mother Septina scoffs, yanking the princess forward, “But until then, Your Grace, you can scrub the floors with your little minion!” Mother Septina hands Princess Flitari a bucket and sponge, and propels the indignant royal toward me. “And if you try to make little Julia do everything, you’ll be cleaning the outhouse on chili night!” And Mother Septina slams the door hard behind her. Princess Flitari screams, growls, kicks at a banana, then huffs over to me. She grumbles as she gets on her hands and knees, further ruining her already-ruined dress, and begins scrubbing the floor. We work in silence for a moment, not acknowledging each other. Sami hadn’t moved. 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