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Jacob was an average A, B student, working with his friends and teachers to get the projects in motion. He worked with many of the leadership committees and almost directly with the Board of Education. Though honestly he did meet the Superintendent more than once, which was ample enough for the person to remember him. Today didn't seem like any different in the Wolfe house-hold, but Jacob did awake earlier than usual. He shrugged if off and got up off his bed, moving over to his computer he put on some music softly, he listened to the soft-rock and off-beat pop from the previous decades, though today it was something more recent, oddly he found the song to be a great motivator. The song entitled, "Feel so close," was gaining popularity but he seemed to just like it from the simple use of the beat instead of over-powering the listener with noise that utterly distracted from the tone.

There was a soft knock on his door, he walked over only wearing his boxers and his thin body covered in his light shade of charcoal grey fur, seemed to become brighter in the darkness. Opening the door he saw his sister, Fiona dressed in her pajamas.

"Hey, Jake, I was wondering if you had any clean t-shirts, I need one for the dance after school. Can I borrow one?" Fiona said stepping into the room, her old perfume scent still lingering on her body. Sweet lillies and lilac, she always seemed to wear that when she was going out, whether after school or on the week-ends.

"Yeah, any specific colour?" Jacob asked as he moved for his orangish-coloured dresser that has been his since they moved into this house, which was many years back. He pulled open his t-shirt drawer, which was filled halfway with actual t-shirts and then the rest with excercise tank-tops.

"You're light blue one should be fine, is that clean?" Fiona asked as she smiled, revealing her teeth, then Jacob looked up at his sister's bright green eyes, her dark fur splotches around her eyes seemed to make her eyes pop even more. He noticed her ears were laid back and nervously twitching.

"Yeah, it's clean. Fi, you have a date to the dance, or are you going with a group of friends?" Jacob smiled as she noticed him looking at her brown hair running along her neck.

"Um, well...there is this one boy, but I, haven't quite asked him yet." Fiona smiled, her ears laying back a tad bit more. Jacob stepped forward and gave her a hug;

"Well, maybe he'll come with you, remember to use protection, you know how those kids at our school are." Jacob chuckled after releasing her from the hug holding his blue t-shirt in his hands.

"Jake, I'm not that kind of girl." Fiona shook her head taking the shirt from his hand and rushing out of the room, "Thanks, Jake!"

The next sounds were to be expected for a Friday, his mother and father already awake and downstairs, preparing what seemed to be chocolate pancakes. Jacob smiled as he pulled out his clothes for the day, some blue jeans, lightly worn on the cuffs and he could still make out the rectangle his phone had embeded into the fabric. As he left his room he padded his way toward the upstairs bathroom, as he opened the door the cold air rushed against him. Shivering he stepped fully in and set his clothes down at the sink looking up at the mirror he saw his unkempt hair running wildly over his head, inbetween his ears it seemed to spike itself up. Jacob didn't have a short amount of hair, but it wasn't long enough to be considered shoulder length, he tried to keep it trimmed but he never really got around to it. He sometimes had a girl who would come by and run her hands through it. He absolutely loved that, but the girls didn't like coarse hair so he tried to take a daily shower. Turning towards the shower and adjusting the water to the perfect temperature, he stepped inside as he heard Fiona scurry down the steps.

Jacob let out a sigh as the water caressed his fur all the way down his legs, the water traced his natural fur patterns that his family had for all of it's existence. His markings were a simple looking tree of life on his back, though this wasn't seen through naked eyes, it was coloured so closely to his surrounding fur, it takes a gifted eye. The water moved along that to a puddle in the bottom of the shower. Moving his soapy paws through his damp hair he thought about the week-end, after the dance he was supposed to go back home, but tomorrow he had planned to go to the mall with a few friends.

After rinsing out his soap he got out of the shower and dried off with the orange towel he always used. Listening to the interactions down stairs, he could tell they were having idle conversations while waiting on him, looking at the clock that was affixed above the door, he saw it was just becoming six. He put on his pants and his black and orange t-shirt, as he looked up at the mirror he smiled grabbing his brush to get the hair out of his face. He tended to part it down the middle so that it fell around his neck line naturally. Jacob opened the door and the small amount steam escaped as he moved towards the stairs, stopping at the hamper to put his clothes in, he nearly ducked as he heard a clatter come from in the kitchen followed by the breaking of a dish.

"Everyone, alright?" Jacob called coming down the steps to the main living space that had open entrances to the kitchen which over-looked the dinning room table and the living room.

"Yeah, Fiona just dropped a mug, Jake, can you grab the mop from the closet?" His mom said happily, strangely she didn't seem mad, then Jacob smiled remembering today was her first day off before the seasonal rush of customers in the book shop. He turned and recieved the mop from the closet as he looked at the dinning room table to see his father sipping from his coffee as he read the newspaper.

"These darn numbers just keep falling, I mean, how hard is it for people to see the need for these products?" Jacob's father commented, apparently looking through the marketing section, he tended to buy stock from time to time, in hopes he would be able to make enough for Jacob's college. Jacob moved fully into the kitchen, readying the mop to clean as he smiled at his mother's happiess.

"Thanks Jake." His mother said sing-songly as she went back to make the pancakes. Jacob looked over at Fiona and shook his head smiling while lightly muttering under his breath.

"At-least she's happy, don't fret." He cleaned the spill of coffee quickly and returned the mop where it belonged.

"How many do you want Jake?" She asked as he re-entered the kitchen and he grabbed a cup of coffee.

"Three, should be fine, How's the shop?" Jacob smiled as he poured some cream into the coffee.

"Oh it's fine, I just need to set up the computers again, we had a crash the other day, I mean they're up, but I need to fix it," His mom turned around and handed him a plate of pancakes and a healthy serving of hash-browns and eggs.

"Well, I could see if I could fix them, I practically live there during the spring season." Jacob smiled as he took a seat next to his sister.

"That'd be great hun, maybe later on this weekend?" She asked then went back to cooking.

"So, what's going on, Fi?" Jacob asked as he began to sip his coffee.

"Well, I'm just trying to stay quiet, Mom seems to be coming in." Fiona said he ears resting nearly hiding inside of her hair that now was in a pony-tail which opened her neck. To show the blue t-shirt that he lent her, which looked better on her then him.

"Ah, I guess that's another reason she's so happy." Jacob chuckled, "That's fine mum, I'll have to go to a shop with a few friends before though."

"Yeah, that's fine," She walked into the dinning room area and held two plates, one stacked with five pancakes and a lot of hash-browns and eggs, which she set infront of his father and a smaller portion infront of herself as she smiled looking up. His father folded the paper shut and gave his mom a slight kiss.

"Thanks hun," He said in a tone that Jake could tell was of interest, Jacob stayed quiet as they all began to eat the meal. The pancakes melting in his mouth as he chewed them, creating a great flavor of the sweet chocolate chips that his mother used. He simplely enjoy eatting the food that he loved. The conversations slowed to a halt as the family finished at their own pace of eatting, Jacob and Fiona got up and they went to grab their books from their rooms and began to walk towards the door.