same shit different day
There was the jingle of keys in the lock of the small one room apartment. The door slid open with a slight creak and Zeke a grey fox stepped in. "valentine's day... what a crock" He threw his backpack across the hallway and into the living room and it landed on his small couch. Zeke let out a heavy sigh as he opened the fridge for something to sate his post-school hunger. "Same shit, different day I guess." He murmured to himself as he picked up a half gallon jug of milk. He twisted open the cap and gave the jug a tentative sniff. His nose wrinkled as he grimaced at the smell of spoiled milk. "*cough* definitely gonna need another." He glanced over the counter and found an apple. "Guess this'll have to do" Zeke said to himself, as he grabbed the apple off of the counter and flipped it in the air. He caught it with his lightly padded hand paw as the crisp sound of a good apple slapping against a paw shot through the room. Zeke took a big bite out of the apple as he closed his eyes, savoring the light flavor of the crisp apple. He continued eating the apple while he lightly walked over to the backpack on the couch. "Damn it, I'm 18 already why do I still have to finish senior year." Zeke's birthday was in January so his 18th birthday still left him with half a year of school.
By what most people saw he was doing well for only being one month past adulthood. He has a small one room apartment. Has a stable job (which is extremely difficult to do in the recent economy), he has a strong body (he always prefers tone and strength over bulk); he even is getting mostly good grades. Zeke had A's and B's in all his classes, except for his AP geometry teacher. What most people didn't know is that Zeke was gay and he had already experienced the loss of a mate. Cody, Zeke's beloved mate, was sent to Iraq last year. Thankfully they didn't need to hide their love because the "don't ask, don't tell" policy was lifted a year ago. Cody was supposed to be arriving home 2 months ago and when Zeke went to a surprise party, celebrating Cody's return. Everyone hid and stayed quiet when someone saw a car pull up to the driveway. There was an excited silence throughout the room as they heard the doorbell ring. Someone Cody's mother opened the door, expecting to see the warm face of that little otter. The excited silence turned to a sorrowful silence instantly, when the guests saw the black suited men. The transport aircraft, bringing Cody home was shot down by Taliban.
Zeke unzipped his backpack and took out a three ring binder. He pulled out a paper and examined it, "ooh, imaginary numbers, tsch like eleventy billion." He said sarcastically. A slight grin moved across his muzzle as he said that. He sighed again and said "better do it or ill probably fail the class." He took out a pencil from the binder and began working on the worksheet. "Three times the square root of pi plus two pi. Hmm pie, i'm hungry again. Damn it I can't concentrate." Zeke shouted, frustrated. He went out into the attached garage, to his training equipment.
He put on his fingerless MMA gloves and shin guards as he pulled out his old weight bag. Sounds of padded paws and legs striking a heavy bag filled the garage. He practiced his muay-thai whenever Zeke was stressed. When Zeke's fur was visibly wet from sweat he moved away from the bag and went over to the wrestling dummy. It was essentially a big sandbag that has the rough shape of a human. He began practicing his shoulder throw. It involved grabbing an arm, spinning through to the outside of the dummy, which would wrap the victim across Zeke's shoulders, into a fireman's carry.
Zeke practiced the shoulder throw for about half an hour until when he lifted the sand bag in a slightly wrong way. Zeke's center of balance was disrupted, and he toppled onto his right shoulder. There was a loud pop and a cry from Zeke as he pulled himself up from the floor. Zeke slowly walked back to the couch, his right arm hanging limply to his right. Zeke's doctor said that his shoulder had a very weak hold on his arm, thus making his shoulder easy to dislocate. Zeke had his shoulder popped in and out so many times that he can do it at will. Zeke grabbed a small block of wood for just this occasion, he popped the wood in his mouth and clamped down on it to test and make sure it won't shatter. Zeke grabbed his right arm with his left and the sound of a muffled yip could be heard from outside the house when the arm popped into the shoulder. Zeke spit the wooden block out of his mouth and examined it. There was a clear bite mark in the wood. He shook his arm as he felt sensation return to his arm and the raw soreness of his shoulder. "Argh I hate that, pretty soon something's gonna tear in there" Zeke grumbled to himself. "Well I guess I'll take a shower."
Zeke walked into the apartment's small bathroom and took off his tank top, he looked in the mirror and saw that his shoulder was beginning to swell up, "great ill need to put ice on that" he proceeded to take off his shorts and underwear. He slipped his grey tail through the elastic tail-fly, and dropped them around his ankles. He then carefully stepped into the bathtub/shower and turned on the water. Zeke gasped as the cold water first struck his body, the water pierced through his pelt and drenched his skin effortlessly. The water heated up quickly after the initial shock of the cold water. "I will need to get some kind of surgery to this damn shoulder if I'm ever gonna fight competitions" Zeke said as he lathered the body shampoo over his chest-fur. Once he had a thick lather throughout his fur he began to rinse throughout his body with the high pressure setting on his adjustable shower head. He always used the high pressure to make sure he got every bit of shampoo out of his fur, because if he didn't the shampoo would bleach his fur and he'll more like an arctic fox, than a grey one. Once every trace of shampoo left his body he hung the shower head on the holder, and grabbed the head-fur shampoo and lathered it throughout his soft, dark grey head fur. He repeated the process of the body shampoo, making sure to get all of it out.
Zeke then opened the shower curtains and stepped a foot paw on the cold tile. When he pulled the second out of the shower, his first lost traction and slid out from under Zeke. He then plopped unceremoniously onto the ground. "DAMN, this is just not my day" he shouted to himself as he pulled himself back up. He checked to make sure his shoulder was still in place and snatched his towel from the rack. He continued to grumble curses to himself as he meticulously toweled himself. Once all the water was off of his body he chucked the towel into the basket and looked at himself in the mirror. "Well that's just great" Zeke said to the fluffed up fox in the mirror. "I look like a damn plush toy" he said as he grabbed the wide fur comb from the counter. Zeke spent, what seemed like an eternity, trying to tame his ridiculous looking fur. Once he finally got his fur down onto his body Zeke quickly put on his clothes and left the room. The steam from the shower was visible when Zeke opened the door.
Zeke sat himself back on the couch to finish his math homework. "Finally, this shit is done." He said lifting up the piece of paper and grinning at it. He looked at his watch and saw that it was midnight. "Shit if I don't get to bed soon ill be dead tired tomorrow," Zeke muttered to himself "and I don't want to think of what my damn geometry teacher will do to me if I fall asleep." Zeke continued with a shudder. He
Quickly stuffed his homework into his binder, and his binder into his backpack as he hurried up to get to bed.
Zeke woke up to his alarm and said his usual wake up phrase "same shit different day". Most people came to know him by that quote. Zeke often abbreviated it SSDD and anyone who knew him knew what that meant. The beginning of the day went on as any other would, thus truly earning the SSDD quote. He was dead tired from staying up till midnight the night before, and fell asleep in physics class. "Zeke" mr.bourguese, the physics teacher, said. An annoyed look was easy to see on the wolf's face. Zeke stirred and looked up at the teacher. "I know you are 18 and think this year is pointless, and think you know everything. *sigh* but you are here because..." the wolf began. "Because I failed physics last year, I know" Zeke replied, equally annoyed. "Yes, now if you know everything already then tell me, A bungee jumper with mass of 65.0kg jumps from a high bridge. After reaching his lowest point, he oscillates up and down, hitting a low point
Eight more times in 34.7 s. He comes to rest 25.0 m below the level of the bridge. Calculate the spring constant and the un-stretched length of the bungee cord." The wolf said with a predatory grin. "Simple, twenty point three meters" Zeke said with a satisfied look on his face. The wolf was stunned for a second, and then regained his composure. "That's c-correct. Umm please try and stay awake." Bourgresse said, stammering a bit. A rabbit entered the classroom quietly and gave the teacher a note. "Zeke, you are to report to the principle's office after class." He said. "Sure thing, anything to avoid geometry" Zeke said, and a chuckle ran through the classroom. The rest of the period went on incredibly slowly for Zeke. When the bell rang, Zeke scooped up his things and proceeded to the principles office. The hallways were long and winding. When he reached the desk he told the receptionist that the principle wanted to see him. "Ok fine, please take a seat; ill let him know you're here." The kind bear said, with a cheery voice. Zeke took a seat in the uncomfortable chair. He noticed two military officers sitting across the room. One was a Siberian husky and the other was a black panther; both sitting statuesque in their chairs. Zeke slumped back against the soft backing of the chair relaxing. He was about to doze off when he heard the receptionist softly say "the principle will see you now. He's in the second door to the right."
"Thanks" Zeke said as he gathered his things again and went into the room where the principle was waiting. "Hello, Mr. Barret. What's the damage?" Zeke said nonchalantly. "Two people are here to see you" is all the lion said to Zeke. "Send them in" he said into a desk microphone. Zeke began to panic a bit, what had he done wrong? He heard soft footsteps behind him and looked around. The two military officers were standing there. From the years he spent with Cody, Zeke couldn't see any anger, disappointment, or mirth in the officers' faces. If anything he could see a glimmer of happiness in the husky's blue eyes. "We would like you to come with us" the panther stated, no emotion in his face, or his words. "No problem sir" Zeke said politely to the officers who he just noticed were armed. The two led Zeke into a black car and Zeke sat in the back seat. The officers took their seats in the front. After a few minutes in the car Zeke asked the two military officers "so... what am I in for?" there was no response from the furs in the front. Zeke then changed his tactic "what are your names?" he asked, no answer. "Not talkers I guess" Zeke murmured to himself. "Private Tharow is my name" the husky stated, still with that glimmer of happiness. The rest of the car ride was silent.
They arrived at a hospital and Zeke followed the officers into the "Recovery" rooms. The husky told Zeke that someone wanted to see him while they were waiting for the door to open. "Now who wants to see me, first it's the principal, then it's these friendly chaps, now it's some guy in a hospital. Who next?" Zeke thought to himself. He was led into a room that had curtains covering the bed. "Just a moment" a voice sounded from inside the curtains. Zeke assumed it was a doctor, or nurse. "There we go. You can see him now" a red fox said as he left the curtains and began taking off his latex gloves. Zeke looked up at the panther. "Go on in" the panther said plainly. Zeke went beside the bed and began crying tears of joy. "It's ok Zeke calm down." In the bed was an otter. Not just any otter, it was Cody.