Lucas
"Your assignment today, Mr. Washa said, his large, broad, powerful lion shoulders heaving back, a little smile playing at his lips, Is to write a five page long story, about anything you want." The entire class, including myself, heaved an annoyed sigh. This was the third big assignment in the past two weeks. If you complete the assignment, you will be eligible to go the field trip next week. Mr. Washa clasped his paws together, and glanced around the room. There were many glances and smiles tossed across the room. Everyone, in the whole school, loved field trips, including myself. "But, if you dont complete it, you will have to stay here, at school, with me. Its due Friday!" Everyone knew not a whole lot of people would mind that. Mr. Washa was the one of the most attractive teachers in the school. Half the girls in the school reminisced about on day being able to steal a kiss from him, or some other little thoughts. But, many thought he was just another teacher, here at Capricorn High School. Others, however. No one knows about them. Chapter 1: Lucas I went home that day, my paws basically dragging the concrete, exhausted from the long school day. I lived nearly a mile away from school, and had to walk every single day. I always stopped at the Cafe on my way home to get a cup of hot, French vanilla coffee. I was known pretty well around town as the "Cutest Fox Around". I always asked what it was about me that earned me that nickname, but always got the same answer of "You just are". I really didnt understand it. But, I just went along because, hey, what are you going to do? Tell people you dont want to be known as the cutest fox around? Heck, no. I entered the large door of the cafe and everyone, in the entire lobby, waved or said hello. To me, it was kind of weird. But, oh well. I strolled up to the counter, and Jennifer, a sleek cheetah, in her Cafe Baltic uniform, smiled and ran to the other side. "The usual, Lucas? French Vanilla with a bit of cream?" She asked, smiling and half laughing at the same time.
"You betcha, Jen. Oh, and uh, a little more cream than usual. Im feeling creamy today." She just snickered at creamy, and went and made my coffee. I leaned up against the counter, to the side a bit so the tall Persian behind me could step up. Jennifer came half skipping up to me, and held the coffee with both hands, right in front of me. I took it, smiling and nodding. I sipped it eagerly, and my eyes widened and grin also.
"Its just as good as always! I complimented. Jen just smiled.
"Ok, Lucas, I have to get back to work. You take care of yourself, ya hear?" She said, wagging a finger at me like an old woman. We both held serious faces for as long as possible, until we both erupted in a fit of laughter. "Alright, Jen, Ill be sure to do that. Have a good rest of the day!" With that, I left the Baltic Cafe and headed down the street towards my house. The sun seemed to be extra bright that day, seeming to illuminate the entire street, sidewalk and all.
Every day, when I left that Cafe I was in a better mood. It was like a drug. I sort of looked down and snickered at that thought. As I walked, I sipped on my coffee, smiling almost all the way home. I was now more strolling than plain walking, a bit of a bounce to my step. The large apartment complex was coming up, symbolizing just about a half mile to go. They seemed to pass me by in a heartbeat, and before I knew it, I was nearly in a full run. I finished my coffee while running, and threw it in the trashcan at the Duke. I ran and ran, passing people by as they turned into a blur. I could see my house, the homestretch. I got to my yard, and jumped CLEEEAR onto my porch. I flung the door open, and ran upstairs to my room. The air was cool, not too cold, when I flung myself onto the bed. I lay on my back, staring at the etched ceiling. Then I remembered the assignment. I went over to my desk, got a pencil and notepad, and then thought: "What the hell am I going to write about?"
Note: This story occurs WAAAAY before To Alaska, so dont get mad if its hard to understand. You dont have to read this first to get To Alaska.