You have to crank up the speed, but you know you can't risk sprinting it hard, otherwise, your foot may give away. At this point, Lauren is daintily walking towards the finish line, thinking that you've lost all chance at victory, but as she turns her attention from you, you begin to pick up pace. She is no longer looking at you, but quickly your movement becomes more speedy, increasing to a full run in only a few seconds. While all of Lauren's classmates attempt to point out your soon to be overtaking, Lauren is too distracted with the thoughts of how you would taste, to even notice your now fast movement. Then it happens, as she opens her eyes, she sees you speed by her side, her face plastered with a dumbfounded look from your return to the race. She quickly breaks into an all out sprint, bringing herself back into the race, but her gloating has cost her the victory, as you run over the line seconds before she does, an awestruck expression permanently plastered upon all the faces of the children. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lauren sulking, knowing that her pride had cost her what could have been one of the best meals of her life so far, but you still are pleased with your efforts in being able to come back, and most likely survive.
"Mr. Troy, come on, I was going to beat you. Why not feed yourself to me?" Lauren asks you, a cute smile plastered across her face, hoping you may cave in, letting her eat you even in a loss, yet you quickly crush her hopes, telling her "Well, take this as a lesson in not always making assumptions." Lauren's face is extremely sour, however, she doesn't try to eat you, and you lead the class back into the gym to continue class.
While most usually there were always casualties in classes, the students respect for you from your insane comeback stops anyone from doing anything sneaky, leaving you with a pretty peaceful class for the rest of the time slot. Eventually, the bell for break went, while this confuses you at first, you remember the school only has two blocks of classes, with one huge break in the middle.
You shoo the students out, the boys sprinting out ahead to make sure the girls don't gobble them up.
While you'd thought Lauren would hate you after her loss to you, you see her wave to you as she leaves, yelling out "Thanks for the race, I'll win next time Mr. Troy!" skipping out trying to catch one of the boys. You consider her comment, but know unless you were outright forced to do so, you'll probably never take a class of sport again, too much work wrangling the students, especially ones that see you as nothing more than a slab of meat. You leave the gym, heading towards the cafeteria, hoping to get some lunch before your second block. You eventually find the giant doors to the cafeteria and enter...
