The Anthro Girl: Chapter 2
Chapter Two
I had taken Katy's orders reluctantly (although it was admittedly my idea) and I was prepared to sacrifice my self-respect.
The class came to a close and we had five minutes before next period. "Mr. Hill," I exclaimed, raising my hand.
"Yes, Mr. Kellen?"
I stood, pushing my cold wooden chair back, and stared straight forward. Then, in a display of utter glory, I sensually removed my shirt and began to sing the most embarrassing pop song I could think of. Half of the room began to cheer while the other half looked on in horror.
Katy, having come prepared, removed a digital camera from her backpack and began to take pictures. At this point, Mr. Hill was shouting at me from across the room to stop. This only made me sing louder; it was too late to stop!
Mr. Hill was now climbing onto the desk in front of me, fuming. Frightened, I leapt, pushing the desk over, and sprinted out the door into the hall. This resulted in the most enthralling chase of my life; I was frightened, excited, and shirtless all at the same time!
Just when I thought I would get away without consequence, I turned a corner and collided with the principal. Normally I could say I was in a hurry, but there was no way to explain my lack of clothing. Thus, I was stuck with two weeks of detention and a meeting with my parents.
Later that day as I sat in class after school, Katy waltzed in casually. "Katy," I whispered, "What are you doing here? You don't have detention with me!"
Katy raised an eyebrow with a faint smirk. "Jonathan," she replied, "We go to Jackson High, the most apathetic school on earth. The teachers wouldn't care if I walked in with a bomb strapped to my chest."
She was right. Both the teachers and the students at the school didn't care about anything. It bothered me in a way; they had no passion for life, no motivation to get good grades, and no idea what they were going to do in the future. And with that apathy came a loss of acceptance; those who were hopeful and passionate were hated by the community, if you could even refer to it as a "community".
"Anyway, what's up?" I queried, my voice a bit louder this time.
Katy, beaming with excitement, leaned in and exclaimed in a whisper, "We're going to egg a house!"
Defiantly, I pushed back and shook my head. "You already made me strip in class; that was the deal! I'm not doing anything more!"
"Well," sung Katy in a childish voice, "I guess you don't get to see what's in my closet!"
Crap. She got me.
"Fine," I sighed dismally, "who are we egging?"
"That show-off in music class, Chris Harley! Now, here's the list of materials we need..." Katy retrieved a large, rolled-up parchment from her backpack and spread it across my shaky wooden desk. Written upon the paper in enormous letters was the word "eggs".
Once I had time to read it, Katy took the paper and crumbled it up before tossing it in hopes it would land in the trash. It flew in a brilliant arch across the room and ricocheted off the can's edge. "That counted," said Katy, a bit threatening in tone. "Anyway, show up at my house tonight and we'll get what we need."