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My name is Seth Cranilus, and describing me in one sentence isn't easy. For starters, my parents are insane! Okay, they're pretty sensible, and it's not like I ever really had friends, so having me go to boarding school for the year while they moved to some new, bigger house wasn't exactly a bad idea. Of course, there's a reason I didn't ever have friends.

I'd like to say it's because I'm not phased by the simplicities of anthran interactions at a social level, and find it more important to be able to communicate with adults rather than talk to people who are too stupid to realize my "physical blemmishes" aren't my fault, but sadly that's not true. And "physical blemmishes" is sugar coating it. A lot!

I basically descend from a small line of mutts. My grandmother- on my dad's side- is a fox husky. My dad's that and a ferret, and my mom's a folf. So what does that make me? A ferfuskifolf of course! Yeah, 'cause slang totally doesn't get out of hand.

If that didn't make any sense to you, maybe a physical description will help. Imagine a wolf, with a fox head, but slightly shorter snout, rounder and just larger-in-general fox ears, with a long ferret tail that puffs out more like a fox's tail, and dangles down to my ankles when limp. Not to mention my fur is like four times softer than it should be, hooray for eugenics!

But that's not why people avoid- no, loathe me. Around the time when I was two, markings started showing up all over my body. At first you think, so what? They're just markings! Everyone's got something! No. Mine's different. You don't see people with blood red pentagrams enscribing their entire body!

And before you get the wrong image in your head, let me explain. They're on either side of, and the back of, my head. There's a giant one across my chest. There's ones on the backs of my hands and feet, and I think there's some on my back, but I'm not sure. "So what if you've got... reversed pentacals-" No. After living with them for as long as you can remember, you get used to calling them pentagrams!

So the pentagrams sparked a thing with people. They called me things like satanist, and devil worshipper, and quite frankly the glowing didn't help. Oh, right. The blood red pentagrams tattoing my body glow a little, along with my eyes and the inside of my mouth. So, I basically hit a point by third grade where I'd just lay low and avoid getting teased and picked on. I tried to hide my markings for as long as I could after that.

I didn't have to actually take off my gloves and beanies until seventh grade. See, I lucked out. My elementary school didn't make you dress down for PE. Unfortunately, this concept was introduced to me in seventh grade. Luckily, my PE class was at the end of the day, so people didn't really remember until the next day in sixth period.

I had managed to obtain one friend in fifth grade, who ditched me to be normal that fateful day in sixth period when we had to dress down into our PE uniforms. He logically got pissed off, and said he hated me, and day after day proceeded to call me things like satanist.

There was a while where I got all up in people's faces about it, which didn't help. I stopped wearing gloves and beanies all together, which disturbed a lot of people. Then the school got involved and demanded that I cover up my "physical blemmishes" as they worded it. So I was back to beanies and gloves, but the hazing didn't lessen.

No, that's not how my old school worked. The only ways to stop being bullied were to move, isolate yourself, or wait for the hazing to go away as it lessens year after year. It was too late for isolation, and my parents weren't going to move just yet.

So eighth and ninth grades went by as shittily and horrendously as seventh. Finally, my dad found a good job opening and my mom worked at a local library just because she liked books. She could find another library, and I could get a second chance. However, the job opening was in some town called Amberstone City.

So, since it'd take a long time for them to pick out a house, and it was the middle of summer anyways, my parents asked if I'd mind going to a boarding school for a while. Of course I won't mind! Or, if you want me dead sooner, give me a gun and I'll end it now. I didn't say that of course, they'd feel really bad about their parenting and how they raised me, and all that stuff. They're good people who don't deserve the kind of torture they give themselves over simple errors or mistakes that don't matter. I'd hate to see what they did if they found out the level of bullying I received at my school.

So here I am, at some boarding school that even I don't know where it is. Actually, I was never good at geography in the first place, so I could very well be in Australia and not know it. It's called Inferno High, and sounds like some sort of fantasy high school. It's not, or maybe it is. I'm still in the car while my dad drives me the long three day trip to the school. It's actually only an hour or so away from Amberstone City, which is a good chunk of the reason they chose it.

We're almost there, and my dad's giving me the run down of what might help with the pentagrams. He understood it a bit more than mom, who just thought they were cute. Dad always knew it would bring bad luck, so he's who I always went to talk to about said "bad luck".

"So, are you gonna wear the beanie, or not?" [Dad]

"I don't know. I gotta see what the norms are here, first."

"Well, what about the gloves?"

"Maybe."

"Look, Seth. I'm only trying to help."

"I know... It's just, why do I even have to have these stupid things? Can't we just like, dye my fur black or something?"

"We actually tried that once when you were a little kid. They glowed through it, and the dye somehow made it a thousand times more noticable. Be glad it's not a blood red pentagram against solid black."

"Oh, that's not like shutting down my last hope at all!"

"Seth, I get it. It sucks, but-"

"Dad, just stop. We'll see what happens when we get there."

"Okay..." We stopped talking for a moment, when we finally pulled onto the road the school was on. The school was built on the outskirts of a small town, that was probably just now beginning to form because of the school. The school itself looked a lot more like a college, and seemed pretty cool and sophisticated. Almost as if the teenagers that went there wouldn't be treated like little kids.

Apparently, kids came in from around the country to go here, so the likelihood of meeting any of your old friends was nil. Furthermore, the classes are seperated from each other, so that certainly helped to avoid the forming packs. The problem? As me and dad got out of the car, I could already see forming groups of who'd be hating who.

Orientation was pretty chill since most people didn't know each other, so everyone avoided everyone else. After that, we were assigned to rooms and room mates, and told to pack things up. After that, the parents would be gone because they don't get official tours of the school. That would've been less intimidating had they not phrased it like a punishment for the parents.

After having to ask someone where the sophomore rooms were, we finally found the right hall. Room two fifty five, five floors up, third door on your left. This school seemed pretty nice, especially since the rooms were pretty big. Each room mate actually had his own room, and then there was the living room in the middle. Each dorm had it's own bathroom, minifridge, and microwave.

I thought we had gotten there before my other room mates, but when we got there with my suitcases and laptops from the car, both of my other room mates were already there. There was kind of an awkward pause when we looked at each other. I clearly had the wrong room mates, because without a doubt, they had no irregularities in their eugenics. Pure bloods, as a fantasy novel would probably call them.

One of them was an otter. He was the typical light brown color with short ears and thick, long tail. The other was a fox. With a bright red back and a snow white chest, he just looked powerful. It also didn't help that I was definitely the weakest of the three. They all had more defined muscles, and were a little bigger and bulkier than me. This was going to be a nightmare.

Their dads were in their rooms helping them set stuff up, so obviously my dad had to try and help, too. My dad isn't good with computers, so that wasn't easy. I refused to raise my voice at all until all the dads were gone, which made things a little trickier. Finally, dad left first, having little things to help me set up in my room. The other kids' parents took this as a sign that they didn't have to pamper their kid, and they were gone in two minutes.

Then they both came out of their rooms and starred at me. They were looking me over, and I knew they were. Everyone did it at some time or another. Everyone questioned the extent of my natural tattoos.

"Before you two ask, they're natural and were not my choice." I heard a sigh of relief from the other room and decided to come out and join them.

"So... they're not markings of satanism?" The otter seemed terrified to offend me, which was funny since I couldn't have hurt him even if I tried.

"Nope. I'm just athiest."

"Oh, thank god. That'd be hard explaining to my christian mom that I got put in a dorm with a satanist." The fox had a point. That's not something that just happens.

"So... I'm not good at socializing."

"How are you not good at socializing?" [The otter]

"For starters, I complained about my natural tattoos before asking you what your names were."

"Oh. My name's Alex. I uh... I'm athiest too, but I can't let my mom find out or she'll flip." [The fox]

"And I'm Ted. I don't really care about religion, I just do what everyone else does."

"Oh. Okay." [Alex]

"So... What's your name?" [Ted]

"Seth."

"Oh. Okay, soo... How are you just bad at socializing?" [Ted]

"Simple. People tend to be absolutely terrified of you when you're covered in pentagrams. I haven't had a friend since the start of seventh grade."

"Ah. Same. I uh... I didn't have very many friends either, but I guess that's obvious when you're someone like me." [Alex]

"Why's that?" [Ted]

"Uh, yeah I'm not telling you guys. Let's just say it's another thing my parents can't find out about."

"Dude, we're gonna be spending the whole year together, you're gonna have to fess up sometime, so just get it over with." [Me]

"No, it's embarrasing. And... you'd never even consider staying in this dorm. You'd either kick me out or get away from me as fast as possible."

"What makes you say that?" [Ted]

"The last two schools I went to were boarding schools. Been having a hard time finding the right fit."

"Oh, please. If you're okay with me having pentagrams that glow-"

"They glow?!" [Ted and Alex]

"Yeah, I guess it is too bright in here to tell."

"Dude, that's creepy." [Ted]

"As I was saying, if you're okay with having a room mate who's a walking glow stick with pentagrams, I'm okay with having a room mate with what ever your issue is." [Me]

"I doubt that." [Alex]

"Hey, I don't care. If I can handle having three gay friends at my old school, I can handle what ever your issue is." [Ted]

"I still doubt that."

"Come on, Alex. If you really don't want people to know, we won't tell." [Me]

"Hmm... You sure you won't tell?"

"Not a soul." [Ted]

"No one has to know." [Me]

"Okay... I'm... I'm gay."

"A gay guy as a room mate? Challenge accepted." [Ted]

"I've never met a gay guy, so I don't really know why it's such a bad thing." [Me]

"Think of it as the piece to the puzzle that doesn't fit." [Ted]

"Yeah, thank you very much, Ted." [Alex]

"Sorry, I was just... I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Seth, basically people hate gays for no reason. They say things like it's unnatural, or it's a sin against god, but they're only source is the bible. Which is pretty much why I'm an athiest now." [Alex]

"Oh." We just kinda stood there in awkward silence for a few minutes. Luckily someone knocked on the door. When Alex opened it, my first thought was What the fuck...

The blue husky who had knocked wasn't wearing a shirt. They seemed very proud of themselves, and weren't unattractive by any means. He had a fricking six pack, and his shoulders and arms were pretty well defined.

"Hey!" His voice was pretty joyful and excited, "I just wanted to get to know who all my hall mates were! There's only ten rooms in this hall, and only a few are filled. Maybe we could be friends?" He glanced over at me, but I don't think he realized what was wrong with me since my hands were in my pockets and I was staring straight at him.

"Uhh... Sure?" [Alex]

"God you two are pathetic." Ted ran to the front door, pushing Alex out of the way, "Sure. That'd be great!"

"Uhh... Okay. I'm Braden, by the way. Also, this hall's tour guide is gonna get here any minute, just to warn you."

"Okay. Uhh, this is Alex, Seth, and I'm Ted."

"Heh, it'd be funny if your last name was Mosby." [Braden]

"If I had a buck for every time I've heard that."

"Ha ha. So, am I like the only one who realized we don't have to wear shirts? I mean, it's an all guys dorm, and I'm only doing it on this floor, so..."

"You're the only one with the narsistic courage to do so, is what it is." Alex snickered and Ted glared at me. Braden didn't understand, which was probably for the better since he could've easily beaten the crap out of me.

"Thanks?"

"That's not a compliment." [Ted]

"Oh. Well, whatever. Fine by me if you don't wanna show off your nerd abs. The guys I'm roomed with are gonna see everyone's abs by the end of the school year or something. I got fucked over with two gays as room mates, but hey, at least I don't have to wear a shirt." I noticed Alex clench his fists out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and noticed a growl forming out of the corner of his mouth.

"What the hell is on your face?" [Braden]

Fuck. "Oh, they're just-" [Me]

"They're natural-" [Alex]

"Yeah, it's not like-" [Ted]

"Trust me, I'm not-" [Me]

"He's not a satanist." [Ted]

"Not at all." [Alex]

"Yeah..." [Me]

"Well, hide that, 'cause that's some freaky shit bro." [Braden]

"I've tried. And, you know what? If you get to walk around without a shirt, I don't have to hide these while I'm in this hall, okay?"

"These? Where else are they?"

"Wait, do you have more?" [Alex]

I spun in a circle so they could see the back of my head, and once I was facing them, I lifted my shirt to show my chest. Best way to start the school year.

"You can keep that shirt on." [Braden]

"Yeah, that's uhh..." [Ted]

"They're also on my feet and hands, not to mention the ones that I most likely have on my back."

"How do you not know what's on your back?" [Braden]

"Because I don't walk around with my shirt off. For obvious reasons."

"Ugh. God, that's creepy. Maybe we shouldn't be friends." That terrified me. I think Alex saw the glimmer of fear in my eyes, the thought that I might be judged and hated, left with no friends whatsoever while everyone else goes off and parties and gets in relationships while I'm left to die back in the dorm.

"Are you judging him just because he's got a natural curse?" Yup, Alex definitely noticed.

"Well look at him! I feel bad for you guys just because you have to live with that for a year!"

"And you have to live with two gays for a year!" Wait, did a gay guy just use the word gay as an insult? What the hell is going on!?!

"Oh, we got a homophobe in here!"

"Yeah, I'm totally a gay homophobe." There was no perceivable argument to this sarcasm. Alex took a step towards Braden, "You don't judge people, got it? If something's wrong or different with them, then you learn to fucking live with it. Got it?" Even though Alex was smaller than Braden, he had a fire in his eyes that was intimidating. Note to self, don't piss off Alex.

"Uh... Okay. You're uh... You guys are perfectly normal and okay." Braden cautiously left the room and I heard his footsteps quicken as he bolted down the hall.

"Great, you guys scared him off." Ted turned around and closed the doors.

"He was being a jerk!" [Alex]

"No he wasn't. He was just freaked out by Seth's weird shit!"

"Could you guys stop?" [Me]

"And so what if he's weird, I am too! I'd even bet money that there's something weird and wrong about you, too!" [Alex]

"Oh, I'm weird? Yeah, then explain to me why I had friends last year." [Ted]

"Guys, stop." [Me]

"Simple, they could over look it!" [Alex]

"Really? And what's so weird about me, huh?" [Ted]

"Stop!"

"Judging by the way you're acting, it's probably a fetish or something." [Alex]

"What?! I'm not-" [Ted]

"STOP! Both of you!" They immediately shut up. "We have to spend the entire year in the same living space, so let's try not to hate each other. Okay?"

"He started it." [Alex]

"Says the guy who called Braden a jerk." [Ted]

"I've got a blow horn in my room and I am not afraid to use it!" They stopped talking. "Looking, could we just get along? I mean, so what if we're a little weird? That just means we know each other better than most. It doesn't change how we act or think, or who we are."

"Fair enough." [Alex]

"Yeah, I guess." [Ted]

"So why don't you tell us what's so bad about you?"

"Alex." [Me]

"No, no. It's okay. I mean, he fessed up, and you've got an issue. It's not fair if I stay perfect. I-" A knock on the door interrupted Ted. He opened it, revealing a gold and silver wolf.

"Hey, my name's Chad and I'm your tour guide. Do you know where your hall mates are?"

"Probably putting their shirts back on." [Ted]

"Wait, but this is an all guys building."

"So?" [Alex]

"Well... I mean, it's the first day of school, any g- homosexuals, would probably be pretty quiet about it, not to mention an entire hall of ga- homosexuals, is incredibly unlikely."

"Yeah, but if there were one gay guy per room, then that satisfies the other two straight guys just as much as it would if it were a girl, and there's no side effects." [Alex]

"Wait, really? They actually-"

"God no! That'd be horrible!"

"But you said-"

"He was being testy. They aren't good at socializing. In short, walking around without a shirt on is freedom to some guys. Not us." [Ted]

"Oh. Yeah, that seems really weird. I mean, what if one of them is gay? Sorry- homosexual?"

"It was gay guys who started it, I think." [Alex]

"Hey! So, when do we start the tour?" Braden basically popped up out of no where. He was, in fact, wearing a shirt. Unfortunately for us it was one of those stupid tank tops with the ripped sides. He might as well have not been wearing a shirt at all.

"In a few minutes. Once everyone's ready." Chad noticed it too. The guy was trying to show off his muscles and was completely dismissing everyone's basic right to not witness this nightmare fuel.

"Oh. So... Is there like a dress code at this school or anything?" [Braden]

"Yes. Very much so. You can get away with tank tops and stuff, but walking around bare backed is enough to get you detention." [Chad]

"What?"

"Not in here, but... now and then there's exceptions to the rules. I'm not going to go over them until all of you narsisists bent on exposing your bodies are present so I don't have to repeat myself too many times."

"What's a narsicist?"

"It's... You know what, maybe you'll look it up in the dictionary."

"But... I think they called me that. They used it like an insult."

"You're narsicistic."

"Yeah, like that!"

"You're also pathetic."

"Hey!"

Someone called from down the hall, "Yo Brad! When're we gonna go?"

"Right now." Chad turned and walked down the hall as kids slowly poured out of the rooms on either side of the hall. Chad stopped at the stair well and turned around to face the eighteen kids.

"So, any questions before we begin?"

Someone towards the front of the mass called out, "What's the dress-code!?"

"Keep a shirt on or you get detention. The only exception is this hall and the pool. And maybe the workout room. Are there any non dress-code related questions?"

"How much trouble would we get into if we had to beat the crap out of a certain fag?" I noticed Alex begin to snarl at the use of the word. He tensed up and looked like he intended to kill the guy who said that.

"That depends. How badly can you scare your friends and school mates into not telling? As a senior, I say you're gonna get into a lot of trouble. Any other questions?" [Chad]

"Is there curfew or anything?"

"To a degree. All students need to be in their dorm buildings by midnight, and it's not even really heavily enforced because the staff knows you're teenagers and gonna ignore the rules no matter what they are, so they're pretty lenient about most of them."

"So, relationships and stuff kick off here?"

"Well, no matter what they would. Think of this like college. Most of the rules are simply punishments for extreme lack of common sense. It's not our fault if you don't do the homework in class, or don't actually know the material yourself, it's just your own fault for failing and most likely becoming a super senior. Also, you'd be the first. I hope that extended embarrasment doesn't encourage you to do so."

"Wait, so we can like, kiss girls and stuff in the halls."

"You could. You'd be pissing off just about every single person around you, but you could. The teachers might tell you to stop, but there's no real punishment. Any other questions? ... No? Okay, moving on." Chad turned around and went down the stairwell with all of us following him.