Fabulous start...
Author's note: This is my first post, positive and negative feedback a must, I'll continue only if I get enough requests. All characters belong to me and if I mentioned anything that doesn't, it belongs to whomever it belongs to. Also there are probably a few mistakes, I typed this up on a whim and under the influence of sleep-deprivation.
"Blessed are the strong, for they shall posses the earth. Cursed are the weak, for shall inherit the yoke. Blessed are the powerful, for they shall be reverenced among men. Cursed are the feeble, for they shall be blotted out. Blessed are the bold, for they shall be masters of the world. Cursed are the righteously humble, for they shall be trodden under cloven hoofs."
I quoted these and the quotes following them as I walked down the relatively well maintained hallways in this public building of learning, commonly known as a school. I was new to this school, this city and even the state itself. Within the depths of these hallways there was plethora of furs all going their about their business or gossiping about that which wasn't there business. The lockers looked slightly worn but usable and were about half a foot wide and five feet tall and six inches deep, no shelves.
I came upon my own locker, number 463, after having to navigate through a group of gaggling cheerleaders, or sluts, I see no difference. They all gave me odd looks; evidently none of them have seen a fruit and vampire bat hybrid before, their loss. I entered the necessary combination into the lock that was built into the locker to access what would be my own personal space in this hell. I shrugged my courier bag off and started to transfer most of its contents into my locker.
In the midst of this action, the bell announcing the beginning of first hour decided to ring. I looked around, slightly startled, and noticed that there was no one else in the halls. I'd have thought with my hearing as keen as it is, I'd have noticed, must have been more nervous than I thought. I checked my schedule to see that my first class was history with one Mr. Jackson on the second floor... at the other end of the school... damn.
I grabbed the materials necessary, my courier bag, and sprinted as fast as I could, which is not too fast but not too slow. It took three minutes for me to make it due to the sheer size of this place and my lack of speed, but make it I did.
I busted into the classroom, slightly out of breath, to the amusement of the teacher and the student body present.
"Sorry I'm late Mr. Jackson, I'm new to this school and haven't fully adjusted quite yet." I explained standing upright and staring intently into his eyes.
Mr. Jackson was a... slightly pudgy fox of about forty-two years. He had the typical fur pattern of foxes with rusty orange fur that was beginning to grey around the muzzle. He had short brown hair and eyes that held pure mischief.
He was standing in front of the classroom, which was decorated with posters depicting various wars and the beetles. He looked at me and grinned, "No problem, my young mind that I must fill with the knowledge locked in my mind, please take a seat where you would please to sit." He said, gesturing to the seats assembled in a 'U' shape at the other end of the class.
I looked upon the sea of furs, and they started back, once again seeing a bat must have been odd for them. I let them get a good stare. I was only five eleven and built like a soccer player, despite rarely playing the sport. I had blackish-brown fur covering my body, save for a dark reddish-orange mane around my neck due to my father's fruit bat genes. My eyes were chocolate brown, my ears were pointed up, and large for most species, but normal for a bat, and my hair was a shoulder length, brown, wavy mass. My wings, which tucked in for obvious reasons, would produce a wing span of sixteen feet, but it's hard to tell because I'm really good at tucking them in. I started to wonder if it were my fangs that caused the other students to stare, they were rather large, and sharp, but I got them from my mom and I can't change genetics... easily. As for apparel, I merely wore a blood red button up shirt that was tucked in and had the top three buttons unbuttoned, black jeans and simple black and red sneakers.
I glanced around the room to see where I would want to sit. I saw three seats open, one was next to a really built bull with an impressive set of horns, he was probably a football player. The second seat was next to a female panda that was slightly overweight but still attractive, I could tell she was into the rave scene with since she had her dyed into a myriad of colors and was wearing glow sticks in the middle of the day, odd. The last seat was situated next to a male wolf that looked like a biker with the boots, jeans, and leather jacket. He looked slightly antisocial judging by the scowl he gave me when I glanced at the open seat next to him, which made me decide to sit next to him.
Mr. Jackson then proceeded to go over guidelines and other standard stuff then told the class to introduce themselves to one another, stating that he would get know our names when the need arose. The class soon erupted into the sounds of many teens getting to know each other, or vice versa. My first little meeting was to my right and concerned a rather perky male rabbit that stated his name was Sky and given the chance he would love to have me in bed with him. I replied, "Thank you for the compliment but I must decline, I don't feel like having sex within the first few weeks of school." He pouted and turned to his right to talk with a male coyote and promptly forgot me.
I then turned to my left to introduce myself to the biker wolf mentioned earlier. He looked like a typical wolf, tall, muscular but not too much, piercing gaze with beautifully savage yellow eyes, and smoke grey colored fur. "Hello, my name is Isaias and I just moved here from Nevada. Now it's your turn." I greeted, somewhat pleasantly. He looked me in the eye and said, with a deep, powerful voice, "My name's Jake and I wish that I wasn't here." He then turned away to fiddle with his pencil.
"I get the feeling that we all have the same thought, Jake." I told him, trying to be friendly. "Please stop talking, I just want to get through this school day and go home." He ordered, gruffly.
I was going to say something, but right then Mr. Jackson started to speak and my words remained trapped in my mouth. He detailed what we'd be studying, his grading system, the usual. By the time he finished, the bell had rung and we were dismissed to our next class. Mine was pre-calc, and when I got there, it turned out it was Jake's second class as well. This class went al most exactly the same and so did the next classes. Then it was lunch, the holiest time of the school day. I entered one of the four lines to receive the inedible slop the school insists on calling food where I waited behind to male stallions talk about their sexual exploits. It wasn't all bad, I learned that the Arabian stallion had twelve inch member but unfortunately only goes for females, pity. Once I had received the food, I decided against sitting in the crowded lunchroom and went to sit in the courtyard where there were no open tables except one which was located closest to the school. I sat there and commenced trying to eat the putrid filth I was served.
Then, Jake walked out, holding only an apple and water bottle. He glanced around, saw that my table was the only one with any room left, sighed, walked over, and sat down. "Please don't talk, I want to eat in relative peace." He stated, and I obliged by waiting for him to finish his apple, my own food was discarded to one side of the table, before calmly asking, "Do try to be such a jerk or does it come naturally?" He replied, "I like to think it's the latter." Before resting his head on his paws. I merely thought that at the least he was witty.
"What do you like to do?" I asked, hoping to strike up a conversation. "All sorts of things. You?" I hated how he didn't give me a full answer, but I played along. "I like to read, write, and perform magic tricks." His ears perked up at the mention of that. "Really? Do a trick right now." He said whilst looking up at me. I grinned at him and held up a hand. He stared intently at it when suddenly, with a flick my wrist, I was holding his cell-phone with my hand. "I believe this yours." I remarked, grinning at how flabbergasted he looked. He snatched his phone back and checked to see it was truly his. Once satisfied, he looked at me, "How?" He questioned quietly, eyes wide and filled with that childish glee one gets when they see something incredible for the first time.
"Meet me after school and I'll show even more, much more." I ordered, glad to have reason to hang out with a hunk of a wolf.