Middle School: In the beginning
Middle School Years.
Hello my name is Danny Chan, I am a husky and retriever mix, which explains my golden coat and husky markings. My family looks rather young due to genetics, my dad a husky still looks to be about in his twenties and mom a retriever still looks like she just got out of high school. I am writing this now because I recently started looking back on my life. My past and how I got here. Maybe I just want to share a small part of my story with someone, anyone, have someone criticize me of my actions, how I could have done things better. This is the part where I think that everything for me has begun. Anyways let us begin.
I hear chatter all around me as I walked through the hallway of my school. It has been only two weeks since my transfer from my old school, two weeks since my parents asked me to come live with them. Before, I sheltered under my uncle's roof with my grandmother taking care of me, now that my parents finally opened a successful restaurant in Wilmington, they saw it fit for me to move back in with them. Me and my parent's relationship was always in good terms, they have taken good care of me most of my life, and even when they left me under my uncle's care, I understood their ambitions. After three years, they have finally built a successful restaurant. Knowing they started with nothing when they migrated to the Americas from China, I was extremely proud and looked up to them.
Though the move was sad (I had to say good bye to my 7th grade friends, some teachers were devastated I was leaving ha ha...), I recovered rather quickly in the new environment I am in. The new house though slightly beaten down, was large enough for us to live comfortably, by us I also meant the sushi chefs my dad hired from New York through some employment office, there are 4 in total. The new school was also smaller than my last, it has a refreshing feel to it though, fresh grass, trees, and the sorts. I was received rather well I think in this new school. I was shy and untalkative, but people tend to forgive that and talk to me anyways. There is this one boy though... His name is Chase, Chase Taylor, a handsome dark furred wolf, strange I think, to have two first names really, but he is really nice. Though not at first... No. I actually thought he was the first bully I ever had in my life when I first met him. Our meeting was that in the classroom. He smiled at me, I smiled back blushing slightly as I noticed his greyish green eyes, and I saw stars. During lunch I sat with what they labeled themselves as the "weird kids", which I find absurd, they were rather friendly and could hold a conversation when I could not to save my life. They went ahead and introduced me to my first experience of middle school segregation. There they pointed out the jocks, the popular kids, the nerds, and the lastly themselves (I am sure there are more, I just forgot the rest of them). I noticed Chase was in with the popular kids. From my new friend's description of the popular group, they are stuck up. Does that mean Chase is stuck up? I hope not.
After lunch proceeds recess, a time of fun and play on the blacktop which my group spends sitting on the wooden benches on the side. I of course listened while they chatted away amongst themselves, I occasionally injecting a few words myself (I felt very proud of that accomplishment then). Finally Chase walks up from an ongoing basketball game and introduced himself. "Hello", he said with a dazzling smile, my group seems to mentally hiss at him as he pulls me away somehow from my new friends. I said hi as he gently pulls me away by arm, I was too focused on the touch to really focus on the conversation. I was sure he introduced himself already as we stopped in his own little gathering of friends, so called popular kids (Why they are popular I have no idea... The size seems rather consistent to my last group). I introduced myself with only a name and a shy wave as we stopped. They all greeted my back in a friendly matter. The group then continued their conversation without a beat, some girl cheating on this guy, some guy did this. Why I was pulled over here to the other side of the blacktop? No idea, it just happened. But I do know one thing, I was developing a crush on this Chase boy. He was just so... the word for it... shiny. Yes shiny is the only word to describe him at the time.
He talked and moved the conversation along and I listened and watched. Occasionally he would look at me and flash me a smile. Now you can be wondering, now why? Why would I think that I am being bullied by this young demi-god? Well we would have to fast forward 4 days after my arrival to the school. I was walking on the grass to the bus for a ride home before I was tackled by said demi-god for no reason onto the grass. I had the wind knocked out of me. It was both painful and pleasurable with him on top of me. I heard laughter and looked up to see some girls from his group took pleasure in my predicament as I blushed in embarrassment. He only smiled as I gazed into his starry eyes. Without a word the wolf patted me gently and got up to leave causing me to miss my bus and a call from the office for my parents to pick me up. This continued for a number of days, I was confused, I had some bruises from the encounters under my fur, and I still could not figure out why the wolf was jumping me at every moment. I was perplexed and eventually I would come to understand the meaning of a friendly touch/tackle... by the gods if there were such a thing.
I came to an understanding, that this particular wolf was very touchy. From simple pats to a full blown tackle, all innocent in nature. I think. Well there was this one time when he pinned me onto the cafeteria wall when no one was around... That is enough for now.
Please. Let me know what you think, small comments and thoughts are always encouraged.