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Erin poked at his eggs absentmindedly, glowering at them and the bacon that was sitting nearby. It was his first day of school after he'd moved, and he wasn't looking forwards to it. It wasn't that it was a bad school or anything, or that Erin had any issues with school, it was just that the last school had been small.

Erin, unfortunately, was an empath. His shielding, according to his trainers, was phenomenal, but large crowds or lots of people would inexorably wear them thin. His trainers, of course, said he would be fine. It didn't help that they were his parents, which put a pretty heavy aspect of bias in their considerations.

His mom was upstairs, getting ready for work, and his Dad was already there. He was getting a ride to school when his Mom left for work, since the school was literally on the way. Well.... At the way? His mom was the school counselor. Which is why they had moved. She'd gotten a better offer, and they'd decided it was well worth it. Empath counselors were well respected, after all, and got payed way more money than normal ones.

He growled at the eggs and just shoved them down his throat, and the bacon followed soon afterwards. He pretended the bacon was difficult to eat, but deep down he was almost purring in pleasure. Almost. He hadn't purred since he was 7.

Maybe 10.

Ok 15.

Nah, last night. It was impossibly not to purr, even though he was a tiger. He always thought the purring made him look weak. His mother said it made him seem cute. He doubted anybody in school would consider it that way.

His mother burst into the kitchen, nearly skidding into the table while she struggled to tighten the tie she'd put into her hair. There was a pen in her mouth, and a notebook shoved under her arm. "Urrin, gesh up. Wurr lashe." She said, glaring daggers at him. He blinked and looked pointedly at the backpack sitting by the door. "I'm quite prepared, m'selle." He said, laughing. He gotten the habit to call people 'm'selle' or 'm'seur' at an early age. Neither of his parents knew where he'd picked it up, and neither did he. He didn't care though. He stood up anyways, and walked over to the door and opened it. His mom stumbled past him and cursed when she was halfway out before dashing back in and upstairs. "I forgot my damned ID card!" She growled. Erin laughed again, and walked outside. "I'll start the car for you." He said over his shoulder, grabbing his pack and throwing it over his shoulder.

The car was new. And beautiful. Erin had no idea what it was, or when his parents had decided to buy a new car, but he loved it. The best part. The generation III AI installed into it. He loved that the most.

"M'seur, on, please. Plot a course to the school as well. Wouldn't want m'selle to get lost, now would we?" He said, grinning, knowing his mother could hear him. She always could.

The car just beeped, and the back door popped open, revealing the interior as it lit up. Soft, dark green suade cushions, installed access panels in the seats in front, and even in the windows, if one were so inclined to use those instead. He tossed his bag in and walked to the front, the door popping open there as well before he slipped in and sat down, buckling himself in as the door closed.

He was there only for a moment before the driver side door popped open and his mother slipped in, her bun just barely missing the ceiling. She scowled at him and shut her door, buckling herself in quickly and checking all the mirrors before turning and smiling instead. "You ready for this bud?"

I blinked. "Not at all, m'selle. But let's get this over with."

She laughed. "That's the spirit!"

"No, actually, not really."

He'd barely stepped out of his mothers car and walked a few steps before being assaulted by a mob of girls. He assumed this was the local schools 'mob squad' or the ones who immediately set their eyes on new students as their prey for the day and pounced. Even his other school, although smaller, had one.

One of them, a rather... busty Labrador with brown fur and and brown hair and brown eyes spoke first. He assumed this was their leader. "Hi! I'm Tristie, and this is..." he zoned out while she introduced the other girls around her, not even bothering to remember their names because they'd never talk to him after today, "... and you are?"

"Erin." I replied curtly, hoping it would show that I didn't want to talk. He was pretty sure it did. He was also pretty sure the girls didn't care.

"Where are you from?" They asked.

"Colorado."

"Really?!"

"Yes, really."

"Where from?"

"Colorado." I replied, sighing inwardly. They wouldn't give up, unless if I straight out told them to fuck off, and he doubted that would help his reputation in the school on the first day.

"Where in Colorado, silly?" The asked, giggling together.

"Colorado."

"Oh, alright, if you don't want to answer, that's fine. Why'd you move?"

"My Mom got a job offer here. She accepted."

"Oh?! What'd she take?"

"She's the counselor."

The girls looked at each other. "Is she an empath?" They asked conspiratorially.

He looked at them without blinking, leaned in real close like he was about to share a secret, and said, "Yes."

Their eyes widened. He sighed, audibly this time, and moved to push past them, ignoring their protests and walking through the front door.

Right into somebody else.

He fell when he got shoved backwards and landed rather heavily, giving a soft, "Oomph," upon contact before looking up. And up. And up.

Ok not that far.

The bear in front of him was huge, probably 7 feet tall, and his frame easily filled the doorway. That look on his face though, of utter and complete shock and shame, was just so out of place. Erin giggled. He giggled. In public. He immediately blushed afterwards and pulled himself up, only noticing the paw that the bear had proffered after he had begun to brush off his pants. Before the bear could even open his mouth, Erin smiled widely and took his paw, shaking it rather exuberantly. "Not the best meeting in the world, but it's nice to meet you anyways. I'm Erin. Now, would you mind moving out of the doorway, m'sieur, you're rather large and appear to be blocking it."

The bear blinked and blushed. At least, Erin assumed he blushed. He did this kind of hunchy thing and looked downwards, which Erin often attributed to blushing, and quickly backed up, opening up the door. "Thank you, m'sieur, it was a pleasure meeting you." He said before moving into the building, winking at the crowd that had assembled to watch what happened, and brushing past. The office was the first door to the right, and Erin practically dove through it.

The secretary looked up at him, the first human he'd seen in the school so far, and smiled welcomingly. "You must be the new student. We were only getting one today." She stood up, grabbing a paper off the desk next to her computer and passing it over. "This is your schedule. Your homeroom is literally just around the corner, and there will be a student assigned to you there to show you around for the rest of the day. A..." She mumbled and shuffled through some papers before coming to a sticky not. "Ah, yes, a Mr. Jacob Hill."

Erin shrugged and took the schedule, thanking the secretary and walking out of the office, glancing back towards the front doors to see if the crowd or the bear was still there. Neither were, so he walked on and turned the corner.

The halls were veritably packed with students. They were milling about, walking to their classes, hanging with their friends, and digging though their lockers. It looked like any typical high school was supposed to look like. Felt like one too. The class he'd been told to go to didn't appear to have all that many students in it yet, so Erin made a beeline for it. It was, fortunately, rather close by, so he didn't have to plow through any groups of students.

The room itself seemed nice enough. There were a few boards littered about on the walls, with random scrawling's about this or that. From the equations littering the board, Erin was assuming it was a Math classroom.

There were a few other students in the room, although they mostly seemed to be absorbed in what they were doing right at that moment. A couple of them, a rather slim otter with a shock of blonde hair and a little wolf in the back corner raised their faces and waved exuberantly before turning back to what they were doing. Erin waved back warily, and took the empty seat closest to the door, keeping an eye on the door for someone that looked like a teacher.