You were beginning to space out as you surveyed the room making sure that no one was going to hurt themselves or eat one of their classmates. Not that you have the authority to tell a girl not to eat someone, but you could at least try to discourage it. You were so lost in looking at the room that you almost didn’t notice one of the girls clop up to you.
“Do you want to play a game with me?” She asks enthusiastically, looking up at you, holding a basketball in her hands. She’s probably about 4’ 3” with light skin, straight chestnut brown hair and light blue eyes. She’s absolutely adorable and doesn’t seem to be afraid to approach you at all, unlike a lot of the other girls. You also notice that while the other girls are either stout or abnormally lanky, she’s fleshed out to a less awkward figure. You bend forward a little bit to talk to her.
“Sure I do. What’s your name?” You ask.
“Lauren.” She says, smiling sweetly.
“What game do you want to play, Lauren?”
“My sister taught me a game that she used to play with my dad.”
“Sounds like fun.” You say “How do you play?”
“It’s like Horse.” She says, referring to the basketball game. Then a mischievous smile spreads across the nine year old’s face. “Except it’s called Turd!” She bursts out happily. “And if I win I get to EAT YOU!” She’s laughing pretty hard and smiling even harder as she nearly yells this.