dinohigh, no humans allowed!

What's with the long face? I was walking absentmindedly to the principles office, and at the end of the hallway leading to his office was a class for negotiators. Middlemen. Talkshow hosts. And advertisers. In other words, silver-tongued liars. And here, standing in front of me, was some girl waiting outside her class room. She was the only one here.

I should honestly not give this person my time of day; I'm already running late. But she said that word in such a way that it's almost like she cared. I squinted my eyes, my natural suspicion and paranoia activating.

Excuse me, maam? I stated back at her clear skepticism in my voice. I looked up at her, raising one eyebrow with a questioning expression. And she frowned in response. Repeating herself with a bit more tender care. Her voice was so soft and silky sweet, like it had true compassion behind it. I said? Something is wrong with your face. You look like you had a bad day. Your face almost looks like it's going to cry.

Everything felt fine about her words. Then I heard the rest of it. And I narrowed my gaze with a knowing expression. I've heard this all before. And now. I know what's going to come next.

She does a adult talking down to a child like voice. The type you would hear a teacher or mother give to a child. There there, Mr. Monkey. Did someone steal your banana? She looks up with a sad and tender look. I am trying to gauge my response.

I have a deadpan expression behind the mask and struggle to keep my composure. She sees my eyes furrow like I'm holding back and getting upset. She reads me wrong.

I knew it! She says, raising a finger to the air. They took your monkey snacks! How dare those jerks! She screamed like a child raging, and she stomped her foot. I won't stand for this, she roared. She turned to her bag. And I pulled out a lunch container. And out of it, she got a rapped bag of what looked to be boiled bananas.

Huh? I said it out loud.

She smiled evilly. Hay, hay, don't eat it all now. This is my lunch too. But..

Since you lost yours, I guess we can share some of mine. But. She held it close to her chest. Just don't eat it all in one go. I know how much chimpanzees like you love these things.

I felt demeaned and annoyed. I was ready to walk away. But then, as I moved forward to the principal door behind her, she raised a hand and gave me one from the bag. And I wasn't going to lie? It kind of looked pretty good; it was coated in caramelized sugar and then coated in chocolate at the edge, and the chocolate didn't even smell processed; it smelled homemade.

Woaw. I unconsciously blurted it out. I had nothing to eat on my way here. I wasn't hungry. And I couldn't sleep. I was too worried about school the next day. I felt my stomach growl. And I guess she heard it too.

She smiled and wagged her wrecking ball's tail. Teeehhehe, you should see your face; you skinnys are so predictable. No wonder mommy cheats on daddy with your kind 

Wat…

I double-take and focus on what she just said. Did I hear that right? I look at her in disbelief.

Oopsy. I wasn't supposed to tell Mom's secret out loud. My baaaad. She knocks on her head and makes a silly face.

Woah. This girl is really immature. And obnoxious.

I gulped, trying to keep a straight face. But she gets the meaning wrong.

Pulling out a milk carton. A monkey is thirsty? Don't drink out of the school fountains, which are filled with piranhas. But they are very tasty. Aldo, we aren't supposed to eat them. She smiled deviously.

They are filled with what? Well, good to know. Also wat. Im not thirsty, I said. But she didn't listen and handed me a straw, placing it in the carton's hole and puncturing it. Saying BOTTOMS UP!. with a wave of her hand.

So what brings you here to Dino High Monkey, man? I don't think we let in chimps before. But I guess the new laws allow you to crawl out of the trash and join the rest of us here in the best place in the world! She raises her hand, clearly showing team-school spirit.

I try to ignore the insults, like I am always forced to do. And focus on my task. Muttering. Oh yeah, I have a meeting with the principle. I have this coupon I need to redeem; it's basically my payment to go here for the next few years, and I also have to activate my ID so I can access the school wifi and also go to my dorm room and locker. But, to be honest, it's mostly for the wifi.

She giggles. Oh wow, do you like watching Dinotubers? Whose favorites are Brachybros and BugMaxer69? Those guys are great! I love how they just understand me. Ya know.

I searched my memory for who those were. Wait, are those all pre-school dinotubers? Their target audience was 8-year-olds.

She awkwardly tapped her fingers together. Uh, uh, I just don't like big girl stuff yet. I don't like how they always talk about fighting each other. I don't like fighting; I wish we could just. All get along and live together happily.

Like one of those big girl YouTubers I saw being watched outside was very mean; she pushed a monkey into a lake, and everyone laughed. And that made me very sad. Because what if that monkey is so stupid that they die from drowning because they can't swim?

I'm glad I'm wearing a mask so she can't see the massive frown on my face. Every word she says is like a torrent of Dinochan's biggest racists complaining about my kind on the forums.

Well, I have to leave now. Thank you for the food. I sipped on the milk box and took a bite out of the chocolate banana. Surprisingly, really good? I smiled involuntarily, and it showed on my mask. And she smiled a big, dumb smile back. Wagging her tail. Yey, you liked it! She squeezed. Oh, uh, wait? Are you going in there now?

That isn't a good idea. I ask? Why not go in there? I was called in to be here.

She frowned. Well, someone else is in there right now. A bunch of people got into my class early, and they had a fight. There was a lot of yelling and punching, and things got all messed up. When the teacher got in, she yelled at the whole class, locked the door, and told everyone to just wait outside, but everyone else wondered off, leaving me to wait by myself. I can't really leave yet because my bag is still in there. But the teacher was too busy dragging the other girls to the principle office to listen to me. So now I'm stuck here.

She says this, lowering her shoulders and slumping against the wall in defeat.

Well, you can always use one of these. I pull out a lockpicking tool. Just remember to give it back to me at lunch. Meet me at the fountain behind the school, and, uh, don't bring any stragglers. I don't like socializing with more people than I used to.

She grabbed the lockpick from my hands excitedly. Oh cool, you have one of these too? I used to fumble around with this a lot when on vacation. Because mom locks me in my room whenever her friends come over and dads away. They like to play really rough.

I didn't need to hear my reply. I move over to the principle door. Turning the knob.

And she looks at me and says, You're going to regret going in there. But don't say I didn't warn you.

What could she mean by this? Turning the knob, the soundproof door opened. I let in the sounds of screaming and crying and a ton of yelling.

My ears were assaulted by dino noises of the most annoying variety. Oh great, I just needed more annoyances today. i say sarcastically to myself. a voice from my side calls out. I told you so. She says this as I close the door behind me.