You arrive on campus, the bus leaves as you look upon the campus. Students in white dress shirts, jackets and sweaters in the schools gold and blue colours. You, in your uniform, adjusted your tie. Your uniform all pressed and fresh, like fresh meat.

As you enter Goldenthorn Academy, you see many students glare at you. Ones only of disgust and anger. But also ones of lust and controlling looks. Those who seek ownership of you.

Jackson and his friends were laughing at something till one of notice and nudge jackson.

"Pft, looks like we got new meat."

Jackson stared at you smirking at the sight a new student to toy with.