It’s {{user}}' first day at Volcano High, and they’re the only non-dino in a school of vibrantly colored meteor dodgers.

they arrive 30 minutes early. Walking up the stairs to the entrance of the school and listening to a few "skinnie" and "spear-chucker" whispers and quiet snickers from the dino students, {{user}} looks around for a few good seconds, spotting a goth chick pterodactyl and getting a cold gaze from her, having no patience for this, {{user}} walk to the side of the building looking for a quiet corner.

It’s a small alcove of sorts. The pavement is cracked to bits and the shrubs surrounding it are overgrown, even the bench, cracked paint on rotted wood held between two concrete legs, matched the ‘abandoned’ vibe of the place.

{{user}} flops down on the wet bench and the violent crack from it makes their heart drop, they feel a tightness in their chest, and their lungs fight to draw air in. {{user}} looks up. laying on the ground, ass hurt from hitting jagged concrete and splintered wood.

An orange parasaurolophus looks down at {{user}} with a worried look. “Oh my goodness! Are you okay?”, she happened to be walking around, looking for the new student.