dinohigh, no humans allowed!

The principal's office was an imposing space, with stark white walls that seemed to absorb the tension in the room. The principal, a fearsome reptilian creature with glowing axolotl gills pulsing a menacing purple, stood behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the individuals before him. The vice principal, a hadrosaur woman with a stern yet compassionate demeanor, flanked him, her vibrant light green scales contrasting sharply with the principal's intimidating presence. The room felt charged with an uneasy mix of authority and empathy as the parasaur girl, visibly shaken, panting and clutching her torn dress, stood facing them alongside the human and the raptors. 

The principal's voice was sharp as he addressed the parasaur. "Miss Parasaur, your reaction was not only excessive but entirely inappropriate. We expect composure from our students, not an outburst that only exacerbates the situation. Fighting back was a poor choice and reflects a lack of judgment." His gaze was so uncaring of her situation. The parasaur girl's face flushed with anger as she tried to defend herself. 

"I was just defending myself!" she protested, her voice trembling with frustration. "Why should I be punished for that? And why is he—" she pointed angrily at the human, "being let off when he encouraged those raptors to attack me?" Her voice was filled with hurt and confusion. The human, arms crossed and expression unreadable, watched her with a cold detachment. 

The human's eyes met the parasaur's with a steely glare. "You think you're the only one who had it rough? Those raptors were a problem for me too. I used the opportunity to get them in trouble. If you got caught in the crossfire, that's just how it goes." His voice was dismissive, his tone unfeeling. The parasaur's eyes widened in shock at his selfishness. 

The vice principal, trying to mediate, turned to the human with a stern look. "This is not just about your personal vendettas. You should have been trying to de-escalate the situation, not using others as pawns. We're supposed to be teaching students how to handle conflicts constructively, not exploit them for personal gain." Her voice was firm but sprinkled with concern. 

The principal's gaze was harsh as he directed his anger toward the parasaur. "And you, Miss Parasaur, resorted to violence when a more measured response was expected. This is not about defending yourself—it's about how you chose to handle the confrontation." His tone was accusing, unamused. The parasaur's frustration mounted as she tried to process his words. 

"Are you kidding me?" she snapped, her voice rising. "You're punishing me for standing up for myself? And you—" she turned to the human, "you were behind this whole thing! You got those raptors to attack me. Why isn't that being addressed?" Her anger was palpable, her words wrapped in desperation for someone to listen to pay attention to her. The human's expression remained unchanged, his gaze unflinching. 

The human's voice was cold as he responded. "I saw an opportunity to deal with those raptors and took it. They were a nuisance, and if it meant using you as a way to get them in trouble, then so be it." His words were rough like sandpaper and as crass as any words spoken by a monkey like him. The parasaur's eyes filled with tears of frustration. 

"Racist bitch," the human muttered under his breath, clearly aiming to provoke a reaction. The parasaur's face flushed with a mix of outrage and embarrassment. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fury. "I never did anything to you! You're just using me to settle your scores!" Her outburst echoed through the room, adding to the charged atmosphere. 

The vice principal's eyes widened at the insult. "That's enough!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and anger. "There's no need for such language. We're here to resolve the situation, not escalate it further. Both of you need to understand the gravity of your actions and how they impact others." Her tone was stern, her patience wearing thin. 

The principal's gaze remained cold as he addressed the human. "Your manipulation of this situation, while clever, was ethically questionable. You've used this girl's misfortune to further your own agenda, and that is unacceptable." His voice was unyielding, with annoyance. The human shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't owe her anything. She was rude to me from the start."

The parasaur girl's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? You're seriously going to hold that against me? I didn't even know you! How could you be so cruel?" Her voice was a angry filled with disbelief. The vice principal, though visibly frustrated, tried to mediate. "We need to focus on finding a resolution that is fair to everyone involved." 

The human's expression was one of bottomless indifference. "She's not my friend. I'm not going to help someone who treated me badly. If it means getting rid of those raptors and ensuring they don't bother anyone else, then it's worth it." HisF tone was matter-of-fact, a striking lack of empathy. The vice principal's frustration mounted.

"Your lack of compassion is appalling!" the vice principal roared. "You're supposed to help people, not use them as a means to further your own ends. This is not about revenge; it's about supporting one another and fostering a positive environment." Her voice was filled with like that of a parent. 

The parasaur girl glared at the human, her face flushed with rage. "You're a terrible person! I can't believe you'd do this to me just because I didn't like you!" Her voice was loud, her anger overflowing from a boiling pot of a quickly drying patience. The human's gaze was unrepentant as he responded. "She was racist to me. I saw no reason to be lenient." 

The principal's gaze softened slightly as he looked at the human. "You're using this girl's situation to mask your own shortcomings. We expect better from our students, and your actions have been both manipulative and callous." His tone was critical, but there was an underlying understanding in his eyes. 

The vice principal's frustration was bubbling as she turned to the parasaur. "We will work on finding a fair resolution for you, but it's clear that the human's actions were intended to manipulate the situation for his own benefit. This is not how we should be handling conflicts." Her tone was compassionate but firm. 

The raptors, who had been mostly silent until now, began to murmur among themselves. "She was just overreacting," one of them said defiantly. "If she hadn't made such a big deal, none of this would have happened," the girl clutching her bleeding headbandage. Another raptor chimed in, "Yeah, she was acting like a total bitch. We were just trying to have a bit of fun," she nursed her broken arm, Their voices were dismissive, showing no remorse for their actions. 

The parasaur's eyes blazed with anger as she heard the raptors' comments. "You think this is all my fault? You're the ones who attacked me! And now you're standing here acting like it was nothing!" Her voice was a mix of fury and disbelief. The raptors exchanged smug looks, clearly enjoying the chaos they had helped create. 

The human glanced at the raptors with a smirk. "You see, you're getting exactly what you deserve. I told them you were a problem, and now look where you are. You should have thought about the consequences before you started harassing me." His voice was cold, his satisfaction laced every word with a smug smile. The raptors scowled at him but said nothing. 

The principal's voice cut through the tension. "Enough of this. It's clear that there is a deep-seated issue here that needs addressing. Miss Parasaur, your reaction was inappropriate, but the human's actions were equally problematic. We need to ensure that this doesn't escalate further and that all parties involved learn from this experience." His tone was final, his authority unquestionable. 

The vice principal's gaze was firm as she looked at the parasaur. "We'll be working on a resolution that addresses your concerns and ensures that you feel safe in this environment. I understand that you've been hurt, but retaliating in such a manner isn't the solution. We need to find a way to prevent future conflicts." Her voice was empathetic ,but she was too focused on healing, rather then problem.

The parasaur, still seething with anger, looked between the principal and the vice principal. "I just don't get it. Why am I being punished for defending myself when he's the one who stirred up all this trouble? It doesn't make any sense!" Her frustration was palpable in her sense of injustice.

The human, leaning back with a smug expression, added, "Maybe if you hadn't been so quick to jump to conclusions and attack, none of this would have happened. I was just trying to get rid of a nuisance." such a dismissive tone, so lacking in sympathy. The vice principal's face tightened with anger at his callousness.

The principal's eyes were hard as he addressed the human. "Your actions may have been strategic, but they were unethical. Using someone else's predicament to advance your own goals shows a lack of integrity. We expect better from our students." His voice was cold, his disapproval clear. The human shrugged, showing no sign of remorse. 

The vice principal's gaze softened as she turned to the parasaur. "We will work with you to address the issues you've faced and ensure that you are supported. Your response was a reaction to the situation, but it's important that we find ways to handle conflicts without resorting to violence." with a encouraging tone, her focus on finding a solution. 

The parasaur, though still angry, nodded reluctantly. "I just want to be treated fairly. I don't think I did anything wrong except try to defend myself. If there's a better way to handle these situations, then I'm willing to learn." Her voice was frustrated but she had clearly given up on being listened too by everyone else. The vice principal's expression softened slightly. 

The human, looking increasingly defensive, interjected. "Look, I'm not here to be your friend or your moral guide. I saw an opportunity and took it. If you can't handle that, then maybe you should rethink how you deal with conflicts." a harsh tone not a drop of remorse. The vice principal's face showed her displeasure with his attitude. 

The principal's gaze was icy as he addressed both the parasaur and the human. "This situation has exposed flaws in both of your approaches. The parasaur's reaction was fueled by anger and frustration, while the human's manipulation was a strategic miscalculation. We need to learn from this and ensure that our actions are guided by ethics and rationality." His voice was firm, his authority clear. 

The vice principal nodded in agreement. "We will be implementing measures to address the issues at hand and ensure that all students understand the importance of empathy and ethical behavior. This is a learning opportunity for everyone involved," she said resolutely, but, she felt off on how the principle had left out empathy from his final speech and instead rationalized it to actions and consequences devoid of morales. The vice principal glared at the principal, but he didn't seem to care; she placed her poker face back on before the students saw. The parasaur and the human exchanged glances, each processing the gravity of the situation. 

The raptors, still standing together, muttered among themselves. "This is such bullshit," one of them said. "We were just having some fun, and now we're in trouble." Another raptor added, "Yeah, she's the one who made it a big deal. We didn't even do anything that bad." Their comments were dismissive, irresponsible, and selfish just like them.

The parasaur, overhearing their comments, spun around. "You think this is just 'fun'? You harassed me and then used me to get yourselves out of trouble. How can you not see that you were in the wrong?" Her voice was filled with anger and disbelief. The raptors looked away, unwilling to face the truth of their actions. 

The vice principal's voice was firm as she addressed the raptors. "You need to understand the impact of your actions. This isn't about what you intended; it's about the consequences of your behavior. You need to take responsibility for your part in this and work on making amends." Her tone was authoritative, her focus on accountability. 

The principal's gaze remained cold as he looked at the parasaur and the human. "We will be monitoring your behavior closely moving forward. Any further incidents will be dealt with severely. We expect all students to adhere to the standards of respect and integrity that we uphold." His voice was stern, his authority unquestionable. The human nodded, his expression unchanged. 

The vice principal, getting frustrated, turned to the parasaur. "We'll be arranging counseling sessions to help you cope with this situation and to develop better conflict resolution skills. It's important that you have support during this time." Her voice was compassionate, her focus on providing assistance. The parasaur nodded, a mixture of relief and apprehension on her face.

The parasaur and the human left the principal's office, each reflecting on the confrontation and its implications. The human's actions had been calculated and ruthless, while the parasaur's reaction was driven by a sense of injustice. The differing approaches of the principal and vice principal highlighted the complexities of handling conflicts and the importance of empathy and integrity in resolving them.

The parasaur and the human left the principal's office, their steps echoing down the cold, sterile hallway. The principal's final words hung in the air, a promise of monitoring and stern consequences. Before they could exit, the principal's voice rang out, halting them in their tracks. 

"Hold on a moment," Principal Thorne said, his voice carrying an authoritative edge. "We still have to discuss the raptors' punishment." The raptors, who had been sulking near the door, looked up with a mix of apprehension and defiance. 

The principal's gaze was sharp as he addressed them. "As for you three," he began, pointing at the raptors, "your actions today were reckless and unprovoked. Attacking another student without a clear reason is unacceptable." The raptors exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent, their defiance melting into discomfort.

end extra classes on conflict resolution," Principal Thorne continued. "This is to ensure you understand the importance of handling disputes without resorting to violence." His eyes held a steely gaze as he scrutinized each of them. 

The human raised his hand, "I did not raise a hand to harm anyone; my approach was completely pacifistic in nature; all I used were words that weren't my own opinions but the opinions of everyone else around me. I only said the words people were afraid to say for themselves. I'm not anymore guilty than the group of people around me." His words were so cold, like they were spat out the mouth of a corporate reptile.

The vice principal looked at him with disgust, trying her best to hide it, but it was oh so difficult.

The raptors muttered among themselves, clearly dissatisfied with the mild punishment. "Extra classes? What a joke," one of them grumbled, crossing her arms. "This is nothing." Another added, "She was just being a bitch. We were just reacting." The murmurs of discontent were barely audible but carried a clear message of resentment. 

The vice principal, Ms. Scales, had been silent until now. Her expression was one of frustration, not with the raptors, but with the principal's decision. She crossed her arms, her gaze moving from the raptors to the principal. "You're really letting them off lightly," she said, her voice carrying angry disbelief at these injustices.

"Yes, they acted out of line," Ms. Scales agreed, "but this isn't enough. They need to understand the gravity of their actions." Her eyes met the raptors' with a mix of sympathy and reproach. The raptors looked slightly mollified by her concern, though they still appeared sullen. 

Principal Thorne's face hardened. "They'll learn more from this than you think. They've been given a chance to correct their behavior." He turned to the parasaur and the human. "As for you two, your punishment will be decided in due course." 

The human met the principal's gaze with an air of nonchalance, his expression revealing little of his thoughts. The parasaur, however, was fuming, her anger was barely contained. "So that's it?" she asked, her voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "They attack me and get off with a slap on the wrist?" 

The principal's gaze shifted to the parasaur, his expression unreadable. "You'll have to take it up with the vice principal if you're dissatisfied. I have other matters to attend to." His tone made it clear that the discussion was over. 

The parasaur glanced at Ms. Scales, who gave her a sympathetic look. "I wish it could be different," Ms. Scales said softly, "but this is what we've been given. I'll make a note of your concerns, though."

The parasaur nodded curtly, her anger barely contained. "Thanks," she said, her voice tight with frustration. The human, meanwhile, remained silent, his gaze focused on the floor. The tension in the room was palpable as they awaited the final resolution. 

When the principal turned his attention back to the human, his eyes narrowed slightly. "And you," he said, his tone cold. "You were involved in this mess too. Your role in escalating the situation is also under scrutiny." 

The human met the principal's gaze with a defiant look. "I was just defending myself," he said, his voice steady. "They've been bothering me too. I did what I had to do." His words were delivered with a tone of indifference. 

"Defending yourself?" Principal Thorne's voice grew colder. "By turning the situation into a spectacle? You're just as responsible for the chaos as the raptors. Your actions were far from exemplary." 

The human shrugged, his expression unperturbed. "Maybe. But it worked. They're being punished, and now everyone knows not to mess with me." His gaze flicked toward the parasaur. "Including her." 

The parasaur's eyes flashed with anger at his words. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?" she spat, her voice trembling. "You think this is some game? You've made everything worse."

Ms. Scales's gaze softened as she looked at the parasaur. "You had every right to defend yourself," she said, her tone calming. "But we need to find a way to work through this without escalating things further." 

The principal's expression remained stern. "We've made our decisions. The raptors and the human will both face extra classes as a consequence of their actions. It's up to them to learn from this experience." 

The parasaur glared at the human as she left the office. Her mind was a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, and a growing sense of injustice. The human's indifferent attitude and the principal's harsh judgment had only added to her frustration. 

Outside, the parasaur's anger boiled over. She shoved the human against the wall, her eyes blazing. "Don't you dare try to hurt me again, chimp," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. The human's reaction was one of shock and pain as she punched him, blood erupting from his nose. 

"Choke on this," she snarled, her face inches from his. The human's smile was pained but defiant. "Well, I wasn't planning on doing it anymore," he said through clenched teeth. "But now that you've made it personal, I don't think I'll be stopping anytime soon." 

The parasaur's eyes widened in rage. "You think this is a joke? You think you can just mess with people and get away with it?" Her voice was harsh, her anger clear. The human's gaze remained cold as he wiped the blood from his face. "You're not my friend," he said with a shrug. "Why should I care what happens to you? You were just as bad as the raptors when I first met you." His words were intended to provoke, and they had their desired effect. 

The parasaur's face twisted in fury. "You're unbelievable," she said, her voice shaking. "You think you're so superior, but you're just a pathetic excuse for a person." She turned and walked away, her steps quick and purposeful. (37 words)

The human watched her go, a smirk on his face. "Let's see how this plays out," he muttered to himself. "The more chaos, the more fun." His words were laced with a sense of malicious satisfaction as he turned and headed in the opposite direction. 

As the parasaur walked away, she could feel the weight of the human's gaze on her back. The unsettling look in his eyes, the coldness of his smile—it all added to her anger and determination. She was resolved to find a way to stand up for herself and confront the human's manipulations head-on, but something told her that wasn't a good idea, but she didnt care!

and he was counting on it... "smiles"