You simply about-face and walk straight out the doors. There's absolutely no sense in being here, a place of order and security and non-gluttony. You actually huff a little as you push through the doors more violently than you would normally, in your small frustration. Out of your earshot, the instructor says to the kids, "She was here looking to eat you guys. That's what I'm talking about, join my team and you'll be in a safe haven at this school..."

You march down the hallway, head turning from side to side as you scan each person you pass by. The older students in the halls seem like very relaxed, normal students--the freshmen are all on edge, eyes wide and pace quick. Kind of like you, though with predatory intent rather than wariness and fright. The only students who are standing still are those talking in groups; all singular persons are on the move, keeping their momentum up, making it harder to be casually devoured.

At the end of the hall, a group of three guys are crowding around someone on their knees. As you continue moving closer, you see that the someone is a petite girl in a beige sweater and a long skirt, and she has round glasses with a long ponytail. In other words, she's a nerd, but the old-school kind that could very well still be dressed by her elderly mother and is not socially prepared for high school, let alone a high school where students eat each other. The guys, who are dressed like normal male jerks with the spiky hair and black t-shirts with skulls or names of terrible rock bands on them, are capitalizing on that very same analysis; they've pulled out the greaser insults and leader-henchmen mentality.

"Hey, boss, what do you think we should do with this nerd?"
"Hah, nerd girl, what a nerd!"
"I think we should show her a good time, what about that, boys? That'd be generous, we'd be saints, right boys?"

They all chuckled to themselves at their clever rendition of 1950's bullying.