DinoHigh,NO humans allowed!

this used to be a nice town part 2

I was already feeling the pressure as I navigated the crowded halls, searching for my first class. The noise was unbearable—lockers slamming, conversations overlapping, and the occasional screech of excitement or frustration. I clutched my schedule, trying to make sense of the chaos around me as I squeezed through clusters of students.

Finally, after what felt like forever, I spotted my classroom number and hurried inside. My breath caught in my throat the moment I stepped through the door. The teacher, a sharp-eyed Stegosaur, glared at me from behind her desk.

"You're late," she snapped, her voice cutting through the chatter in the room. "Where are your materials?"

I froze, realizing too late that I had nothing with me—no books, no supplies, nothing.

"I... I didn't—" I stammered, my mouth suddenly dry.

"Well, that's not my problem," she said coldly, folding her arms. "Get to your locker and come back with your books. You're already wasting time."

My face burned with embarrassment as the other students snickered. Without another word, I spun on my heel and practically ran back out into the hallway. The noise hit me again like a wave as I pushed my way through the sea of bodies. My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way toward my locker, trying to calm the rising panic.

The closer I got to the "Legacy Scholar" section, the more uneasy I felt. This part of the school had been taken over by non-dinos in recent years, but my locker had been assigned here thanks to my family's long history with the school. It was a place I didn't feel welcome, and the tension in the air was almost suffocating.

When I finally reached my locker, a sinking feeling washed over me. The crowd of non-dinos nearby watched me with a mix of hostility and something more unsettling—lustful stares that made my skin crawl. A few whispers reached my ears as I fumbled with my key, my hands shaking, trying the key on the old rusty lock on the equally old key. I twist a little bit too hard in the wrong direction, not thinking because of how panicked I am, and the key snaps in half. i recoil in horror! my books are still stuck in there.

"Look at her, waddling around with her fat hips like she owns the place," one non-dino sneered, his voice low and full of contempt.

"Yeah, fucking dinos, always taking over our spaces. We can't have anything to ourselves," another growled, his eyes burning with anger. He stepped closer, his sharp eyes narrowing as he focused on me. "Think you can just strut in here into our territory? What are you trying to do, take it back from us? Fat chance; it's ours now. The governor gave it to us, and you're not having it back, bitch!"

I felt my pulse quicken, my throat tightening with fear.

"N-no, no, I'm not—I wouldn't—" I stammered, holding up the small metal key that had been passed down through my family. My hand shook as I pointed to the number engraved on it, desperate to explain. "My locker's... it's here. I'm just getting my stuff, I swear."

The group of non-dinos exchanged mocking glances. One of them, a lanky slipper reptile with a cruel grin, leaned in closer.

"Oh yeah? Lucky you, then. Must be nice to have 'legacy' status. Bet you think that makes you real important—to be one of the first dinos to decide to kick all of us non-dinos out of this school for hundreds of years, huh?"

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.

"I... I didn't ask for this. It's just—"

Before I could finish, one of the larger students—a stocky, brutish large-jawed amphibian—stepped forward. His broad tail flicked lazily behind him as he gave me a once-over, his lips curling into a sneer.