The Plastic Card Attached To The Lanyard (part 1)
A starting story series about Austin, my fursona, part 1.
This is a little story detailing a day in school I had a few days ago, so enjoy!
"Why do I have to get up?", Austin said as his alarm on his phone blurted out, reading 6:15 AM. He hit the snooze button for another ten minutes, not realizing that one touch of his paw ruined the rest of his day. Ten minutes later, he drug himself out of bed. The short and skinny black and red cat stretched and yawned, as it was Monday, the start of another week of school. He got dressed, in his usual red hoodie, black T-shirt, and black skinny jeans, with some sort of boxer briefs underneath. He sat down on the couch in the living room to catch up on some TV series' episodes. He was a freshman in high school, in quite possibly the most over-authoritated school in existence. Later, he had to rush to get everything ready for school, and he forgot two important parts of his daily routine, stringing his school ID, just a plastic card attached to a lanyard, around his neck, and his wallet.
Austin got on the school bus, he knew he was going to be late because the older mouse driver didn't quite figure out what time they were supposed to be at school. As Austin took his massive headphones out of his bag, reaching into his pocket to play music off his phone, he thought he was missing something, and it wasn't his headphone cable. It was his ID. If you didn't have your ID, you had to pay 5 bucks for a new one, or go to in-school suspension for a day. You could call your parents to bring it to you, but his dad didn't have a running car. Austin didn't have a learner's permit yet, and his car didn't run quite yet. His dad's car's transmission locked up months before, so he couldn't count on his dad to bring it to him. He reached into his other pocket to see if he had enough money for another ID, and his wallet wasn't there either. There was only one choice left to do, go to (figurative) hell in in-school suspension for a day.
When he got in the school, there was a sense of extreme nervousness and sadness floating about Austin, as he was only destined to go to ISS for a day. He had already done this before, considering he left his ID at home once before. He knew it was quite possibly the worst way to go, but it was the only way, besides trying to walk home and not going to school at all. So, he walked to the front office, and walked into the ISS room. The middle-age bulky German Shepherd instructor greeted him and asked his name and student number, told Austin to put his bag in the middle of the room, put his phone in his bag, and get out a pen/pencil and his notebook, and sit at a desk.
Austin had to do as told, considering either it was more ISS days if you didn't follow the rules or even worse, and the bulky instructor would be able to beat him to a pulp if things got physical, considering the size difference between them. The shepherd said, "Copy down the rules, I will email all of your teachers to get your assignments." The rules were a mixture of power-trip and stupidity. Rules detailing things such as to keep both feet on the floor and how you can't have a bottle of water at your desk, for example. But he did have to copy them down, and so he did.
Throughout ISS it was just a lot of working and boredom, 2 page paper because he missed gym, etc. But in the end, he got through it, and the bell finally run to release the students to go home. He got back on the bus and when it drove off, and the kid that sat behind him was hitting on his vape asked Austin, "Wanna hit? It's a mix of Starbucks, Unicorn Milk, and Purple Dragon." Austin obliged, as only this little bit of nicotine wouldn't hurt Austin's chances of relaxing until he got home. He took a very long draw, filled his lungs with this mixture of vapors, and being so stressed out, forgot to release the power button, making the vape spit out more vapor on the air than his lungs could hold. The kid was laughing, as the bus was so full of vapor it looked like it was on fire. The window was down, so most of it dissipated in seconds. Austin, in embarrassment, laid down on his seat, with his feet on the seat across the aisle. He turned his phone back on, plugged in his headphones, and cranked up a trap mix, knowing that school was over and that he could finally relax.
When Austin got home, he checked the mailbox before walking up the driveway. He noticed there was a piece of mail addressed to him. He excitedly opened the envelope, but then realized it was a Nigerian email just transferred over to a piece of paper. He crumpled up the spam letter, and walked inside to his computer.
Austin sat down at his computer desk, and turned it on. It was his gaming computer, which he built himself one and a half years earlier. But, he wasn't going to do any gaming on it right this minute. He worked with a team of seven other people on a car website, as an author and designer. Today though, there really was no progress towards the website's public release.So, he talked to his team for a while about random things, and decided he wanted to play some games.
Several hours later, Austin was getting tired, and went to bed. He stripped down to his underwear, and he climbed into his covers and fell asleep, keeping in mind that he had to go to school tomorrow and not forget his ID again. Ugh, how that plastic card attached to the lanyard ruined his day.