After the collision, my appetite vanished. But Adrian insisted:"If this place is going to kill us, I refuse to let it do so before breakfast."
We followed other students toward the canteen.
Daniel sighed. "It's been less than 24 hours, and you're already a problem. You yelled at the president."
"I didn't yell. I spoke with passion," I replied.
Walking through the echoing hall, students stopped talking. Long tables, chatter fading into silence.
These students didn't look scared—they looked dangerous.
The canteen split in two sides: green uniforms on one side, red uniforms on the other.
I realized: the split wasn't by tables. It was by fear.
Whispers spread:"They're the new students—""New trouble."
And just like that, we entered a whole new world.