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A week in Vorerellia - Page 37 - Vault the fence. Who knows how late I am. - By Thor11 - Overview
Worrying about the time you run over to the fence of the school. You practically pray the trash lid isn't open as you jump up and grab the top of the fence and throw yourself over it. You fall for a split second and -THUD!- The lid was down. Hooray, you won't smell like garbage, still kinda hurt when you landed though. You quickly run left to get in front of the school doors. You look for the clock above the doors to find what time it is. The time is 7:51 school starts at 7:55. Made it on time, actually a bit before the school opens up and let people in. The other kids that got here before you are standing outside as well talking to each other, or sitting on the benches. It didn't take long for them to notice you though. Upon noticing your arrive, many of them began to huddle in small groups while kids that were solo gave quick glances at you every few seconds. Most of the kids and teachers in this school are prey, there are a few exceptions which include the Principal, You, and a couple other kids. The lack of preds in this school is because this Heartwood Academy a school for higher learning and "Smarter" students. Most of the predatory kids are off in Garrison Hunters Academy, a mostly pred school. Kids who are prey don't last long there. It's more like a dummy school for kids who didn't focus on learning in the combined elementary school, Most of the kids who are preds focus on eating other people than learning. You being one of the few exceptions a pred, in a mostly prey school strike fear into other kids hearts. You have mixed feelings about the whole thing, on one hand it kinda hurts that they see as you as some sort of monster,on the other it gives you some sort of wicked pleasure knowing that they fear you. You truly feel like you are a leopard among gazelles. You sometimes like to play with them by, either looking at them and licking your lips, making your stomach growl purposefully at them, or chasing them down at recess and drooling over them before letting them go. Playing with their minds really does give you a sick pleasure. But most of the time it's just threats. But maybe you can make it more real for them, have it not be just a threat. The bus hasn't arrived yet, maybe you can grab on of them as a snack before you head in?
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