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~Gray~

"Come on Gray! You gotta get ready for school!"

I groaned at the high pitched voice that was screaming at me. I opened my eyes, shielding my eyes from the sun light that was angled towards my face. I then directed my gaze to my little sister who was jumping up and down on, repeatedly pounding and shaking my body to wake up. Best way to wake up a person, right? Then again, my sister, hazel, likes to get me in trouble purposely and aggravates me easily...

I look at my alarm clock and groaned loud enough to the point my mother told me to shut up and get up. My sister's idea of 'waking me up' was an unexpected one. Like any other older sibling, I would probably throw my sister off my bed hoping she'd fall through the floor for waking me up an hour earlier. I wouldn't have any regrets at all, if it weren't for the fact she acted the way she does now. But the way she smiles her muzzle is adorable, which her tail wagged playfully at me. My sister was probably the one thing that ever kept me happy, nothing else. Well, it wasn't like love happiness or hope happiness, it was family happiness. Though she was devious at times, who could ever get mad at that adorable smile, not to mention or her cute little giggle. I like to make fun of it at times, just to retaliate.

Though, she was lucky. She was seen as the 'cute and innocent' fur in the family. Lucky bastard..

But I love her all the same. She was in high school, just like me. I was a senior at Canyon highschool, she was just a freshmen. My sister isn't the 'hot' type of stereotypical girl you'd see on TV or Movies. She was pretty average, and wore glasses. She was definitely smart, but I wasn't really that smart. Everyone in our family calls her cute, but she denies it and insists she isn't cute. The way she pouts and denies it is really adorable. Seeing her mad makes me laugh all the time, I just call it pay back for what she does to me.

"Alright, fine fine. I'll be down in a sec, k hazel?" I tell her, nudging her head playfully and affectionately. She smiled and giggled for a moment and ran out my room to the kitchen. My heart nearly melted. It was just absolutely adorable, as I've said for the millionth time. She was just that type of person that made it impossible to get angry at.

I push of the sheets that reveal my naked body. I don't like to wear clothes while I sleep, it's uncomfortable for some unusual reason. Besides, I'm always alone and that gives me time to paw. Personally, I think getting up and out of bed is the hardest part of each and every day, for me. I'm really not a morning person. I still can't get angry at Hazel, she's too cute!

I stretch out my arms and legs and sighed with a satisfied crack sound that came from my body. I put on some boxers from the top of my drawer and made sure they were clean. I sniffed them more than once, they seemed pretty clean to me. Even though they've been lying there for god knows how long.

I sit on the corner on my bed and put them on, still drowsy and sleepy from waking up. I got up and went straight to the bathroom.

From other peoples point of view, they'd probably say our house is pretty extraordinary. Which is expected judging from my parents jobs and careers. My father was a retired general and my mom owns a clothing company. The clothing company is pretty big and most of the girls at my school wear my moms brand, I'm guessing they're quite popular. My dad believes in authority and honor, which is pretty, unusually expected from him. My mom, is a pretty serious mom. She scares all of us, even my dad. When mom demands something, you'd bet your ass we'd do it in a heart beat. But she isn't always like that, she is sweet and loving to all of us. Especially Haley and I.

Though, my parents are pretty strict on catholicism. We have to attend church every Sunday, which is exceedingly boring if you ask me. I personally don't really believe in 'God', but when I do, I only do it to satisfy my parents. Haley knows that I don't really care about church or god, but she does. I don't want to make her turn over her beliefs, so I just live with it. But, my parents can be a little too strict. I don't hate god or the church, I had the idiots inside of it. There was this one time we had a weekly seminar and the topic being discussed was homosexuality. I'm not really gay, well, quite honestly, I'm not sure. I've never dated anyone or gotten closer to anyone before, but that's irrelevant for now.

Anyways, like I was saying, it kind of pisses me off that gay furs are being discriminated. Then again, the catholic church is an asshole, especially the priest. I got kicked out of a church a month ago for 'defying' god. My parents tried talking to the priest, an old otter, he insisted I have one more chance but I turned it down. I don't want to be part of a church that discriminates others. I wonder what ever happened to 'Thou shall love thy neighbor.' But then again, I'm not trying to judge beliefs or anything, I just don't agree with them.

I stared into the mirror wall right when I reach the bathroom. I couldn't help but take a look at myself, I didn't really like my appearance, especially my name. I take after my mom's side with my fur pattern, with the usual crimson red fur that goes around my eye, extended through my muzzle and down my chest and lower back, right down to the rim of my boxer shorts. Then the rest was just gray fur. I had an interesting pattern, it wasn't like moms or dads or Haley's, I had my style pattern. Everyone else had the same pattern except me, everyone else in my family also had the same color fur. White and black. But where as, I, have gray fur, which is where I got my name. I hate that my name is gray because of my fur, it doesn't seem creative to me at all. But, oh well, I gotta live with it.

I wash my face with some warm water and dry of gently with a white towel. I like and stare at the mirror again, my fur was pretty messy and all over the place. I grabbed my brush and started brushing my fur. It took about 10 minutes until my fur was perfectly brushed. I took another glance at the mirror. I was 6'2 and had an athletes body. I was muscular, but not buff, but I was athletic muscular. I played on the football team, but I wasn't exactly a 'jock'. Well, I had the body and looks of a jock, but I wasn't really 'sociable'. I have a lot of acquaintances, but very little friends. I had serious trust issues, so I tend to keep my circle little. I'm also kind of sensitive, I know I'm big and muscular, but I have feelings, too. Though, I'm never nervous. The last time I remembered being nervous was when I started my freshman year. After that, I lost the feeling of being nervous, which is good. I don't get nervous or panic whenever I'm playing football games. I'm the star of the team, but I don't want to be. Being the star apparently makes me 'popular'. I have everyone hanging around me and I feel so uncomfortable. I have girls checking me out all the time, one slapped my ass 2 days ago. It made me yelp and I quickly walked to my class after that.

I then brushed my teeth and washed my face again, just to be sure. I then went back to my room, put on some jeans and a jacket along with a scarf. I like scarfs, I never really cared what anyone else thought about my scarf. In fact, people have complimented by scarf. It is fall and it's starting to get colder, so might as well prepare. I looked at my clock and saw the time.

"Shit!" I said running frantically down the stairs. I was going to be late! I raced down the stairs and found myself face-to-face with my father.

"Running late again, Gray?" He says to me, sighing.

"Yeah, I didn't keep track of time. I was distracted." I tell him. I know it was Hazel who messed with my clock and made it seem I woke up early but I really woke up late. I was going to kill her this time.

"Hurry up before you make you and your sister late to school."

"Will do!" I grabbed a piece of toast with my muzzle and went off. Today was going to be a long day.

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Hazel and I arrived at school just in time. "Alright, let's get to class before we're late." Hazel tells me. I nod and we both get out of the car and go to our classes. I was so tired and lazy. I had chemistry first, meaning I had to walk all the way to the other side of the school to get my chemistry then back to the other side to get to chemistry class. If it weren't for my laziness, I'd probably just take my books with me. It was such a pain. By the time I get half way to my locker, I already die of frustration. Pretty ironic how I can't walk 50 seconds to my locker but I can run 2 miles in under 8 minutes. Though, I had to stumble through the campus, while using maneuvers, avoiding the girls following me and the people in front of me.

Once I got to my locker, I quickly sprinted towards my chemistry class just so I can relax a few minutes in before class started. When I reached the doors I hear a familiar voice shout at me.

"Hey Gray." Cody said. Cody was the assistant coach of the foot ball team, we were practically best friends -- oddly. The fox wore a white t-shirt with some blue jeans and the purple school football jacket everyone one the football team has. I don't really wear mines often, I don't like to be labeled as a jock. But apparently, everyone in society is labeled. But highschool is the worst. You have the jocks, the nerds, the pretty girls, and so on, which was really stereotypical to me. I didn't like to give people labels, I just treat them like everyone else, as people.

"Hey Cody." I say back.

"Hey, so what's up?" he asks.

"Oh nothing, just about to pass out from frustration. Same ol' like everyday."

"I can tell. Anyways, did you hear about a new kid at our school?" Cody asks.

"New.. kid?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah, there's this new kid transferring to our school. People are saying and/or spreading rumors he's the priests son."

"Priests son?" I asked.

"Remember that church you got kicked out of? That's the son of the priest that kicked you out."

"Oh, that priest. Never knew he had a son. I thought priests weren't allowed to have sons..." I say.

"Yeah, I'm not sure about all the details. But people are afraid to mess with him because they'll probably be 'damned to eternal hell'. Or some bullshit like that."

"Well, I don't believe in that stuff." I say. "He's probably just a normal kid trying to pass on a normal life. Not a life where everyone will be scared to be damned to eternal hell for spooking the guy. Anyways, I gotta get to class, I don't want Mrs. Fuix yelling at me. Plus, don't you have to finish your calculus homework?.."

"Oh crap! You're right, see you man!" Cody said bolting down the hall, waving a paw before he turned the corner.

As I walked in, I saw the tables were lined up together in rows. Crap, we're going to do a science experiment today, and Cody isn't here. I sighed in frustration. I can already imagine the herd of girls swarming my desk and begging to be my partner. Damn it. Why the hell did Cody have to forget to do his homework when today's a lab day. I swear, I'm going to beat him to a pulp at foot ball practice today for ditching me like that. But then again, Cody wasn't necessarily the smartest guy I know. Football practically killed all his brain cells.

As the bell rang, I took my seat in the back, hoping no one would notice me while a swarm of students poured into the classroom. Luckily, no one noticed me in the back. Now I'm all alone, thank god. I could hear chit-chatting about the new kid from everyone. I guess the rumors probably true, if this rumor is true, I wonder how many other rumors were true.

"Settle down class." Mrs. Fuix said. "I know you're all eager and anxious to meet the new student, but he's probably late." Just as she finished, we heard a knock on the door. We were all amused and curious who it was.

"The door isn't locked." someone yelled.

"Oh" a soft voice said from behind the door. The class erupted with laughter.

I didn't really laugh, I felt bad for him. But anyways, now I can confirm if this new kid really is the priests son. If he is, I'm probably screwed and he probably won't like me. But, I hope it doesn't come out that way.

I sat there waiting, waiting eagerly for the new kid to open and walk through the door.