Crowd surfing like your life depended on it wasn't the worst thing in the world, you supposed. It was better than having to dodge bullets, weapons, and other dangers, as you knew, were somewhat common around where you lived. What wasn't manageable was the fact that you had to cross through thousands of students just to get to one lunch line.

There were multiple, both stretching out of the cafeteria and into the main hallway. The school you attended was hectic, but somehow, it managed to thrive. This was just how lunch was when it first started, but after about five minutes, the lunch staff got into a routine, and it only took about ten to fifteen minutes for everyone to be served.

A part of you wondered how this school was able to pay for all of the rights it had, along with the food needed to, first of all, meet nutritional requirements, and second, feed a few thousand students all at once.

Either way, that was something you would have to negotiate another time. Walking out into the courtyard, you were greeted by two injured males; one was being taken away by the nurse, the other lay on the cement below, being looked down upon by Adira Fortis.

Adira Fortis was, despite not being the vice president or president, the most active member of your school's student government (formerly the student council, before it became too large to maintain specific roles). She was likely the reason the fight had ended without substantial injuries.

"You don't need to stay here for this. Actually, I think it would be easier for both of us if you didn't," Adira said, probably to you, keeping her gaze directed toward the person who engaged in the fight. You thought about her words for a moment, and you were given a choice: heed her words or persist. What would you choose?