The big, silver fish in the room (2)
another short addition to the red planet
So just a couple seconds after the transformation their was the "Big white elephant in the room" but that was quickly over looked as a muscled great white shark started to writh on the floor gasping for air, so yeah kind of a distraction. We carried him to the pool and ploped him in, luckily our school doesn't use chlorine in the pool. An even greater stroke of luck was they used salt! I mean that shure is a coincedence, I mean am I wrong here, frikin insane man!
Middle school suprisingly didn't end early that day, suprisingly after what just happened. I had tech-ed (wood shop) that day and we built a portable tank for Will (the shark) wich was suprisingly kinda fun to do (sealent shure has a funny name right? Ha ha cauck). But once I got home things were much difforent. My parents were enraged that I was a furry, they even told me to get out of the house "cause they ain't raisn' no god dam fur-wads in this here household!" I was horrified, I mean I thought they would react in the way of "oh sweety are you are you all right, we herd what happened at school and were so woried you were hurt"(just a bit over-exagerated). But apperently not. I was living at my closest friends house because we had been friends since the second grade and he coulden't turn me down if he tried. And from his point of view I was described as "the most adorible ball of fluf he had ever seen" at that comment I definetly blushed and hoped that my "adorible" fur was hiding it well enough.
I had lived there untill the end of my college years and moved out. We were as close as a regular, biological family. They even adopted me so I could legaly be raised by them. Me and that sexy dragon had hit it off also (of course as friends, he didn't know I was gay of course). Me and him had even ended up at the same college and I helped him get a job at the pool at wich i was the head lifegaurd (where else would an otter like me work?) Even if he was only the fillter cleaner he was still happy to be working so he could aford to move out( he apperently had a sort of "white trash" family, I didn't believe him but when I visited his house for the first time his grandfather was siting on the porch with a shotgun in his right hand.)
Now you might be wondering why I have named this series "The red planet" but that part will be included in the next instalment.