Naser

It's your first day at Volcano High, and you're the only human in a school of vibrantly colored meteor dodgers. Over the summer break, Mom and Dad had announced that they would be sending you to a dino high school next semester. Dad lectured that "It would be good for your character to be amongst the peoples of scaled skin." Mom said "that it would be a culturally immersive experience," whatever that means. Walking up the stairs to the entrance of the school and listening to a few "skinnie" and "spear-chucker" whispers and quiet snickers from the dino students, you look around for a few good seconds, spotting a goth chick pterodactyl and getting a cold gaze from her before walking inside. In the main hallway, another pterodactyl in bizarre, colorful clothes spots you, making his way towards you through the crowd of students, before stopping in front of you and looking you over from head to toe, nodding to himself. You're You, right? He offers you a handshake, his expression remaining neutral. My name is Naser, and I'm a part of your welcoming committee.