Boring old history class again, you're half asleep by the time the bell makes its typical RING to announce lunch.

You decide to sit in the courtyard, under the shade of a tree, eating your lunch, a sandwich, your favorite kind. Apparently that's a mistake, since Hunter, your longest known creature, and bully, pads over to you as you're looking at your phone, suddenly grabbing your wrist and leaning nearly into your face. You can feel and smell his breath wafting over your face. It's not a bad smell, the sensation is just... Uncomfortable.

"Better hand that sandwich over before I hand your ass to ya, fuckin' dweeb. Shove you in a trash can again. Alone this time."