Your crate began to fill quickly and it's heaviness would bounce off your thigh with every pace. You looked down to your leg and saw the crosshatch pattern imprinted in red on your pale skin. Your intent focus on the indentation in your leg drew away from the sounds of the group heading directly towards you. The group had no mind to you anyways, they were still bickering over who got which bar. With your attention still directed towards your leg, your crate swung out and hit the boy closest to you, sending you down onto your knees and the contents of your basket skewed along the floor. You felt the heat of blood rising to the surface of your face. You jumped back up onto your feet and started bowing frantically. "I'm so sorry!"