Hey guys, I got really bored yesterday and decided to write some more. I actually got a lot more done than I thought I would lol. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2


I walked over to the study hall classroom and peeked inside. I didn't see a teacher or any students inside. Finally, somewhere quiet to escape to. I opened the door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and stepped inside. Movement to the left caught my attention. I turned quickly and saw James sitting at a computer with earbuds in. I then saw his head start to turn towards me but I quickly turned my head and pretended not to see him.

"Ah, Jake. What's up?" James asked, taking out an earbud.

I turned around and acted surprised to see him "Oh, James! Hi, um I'm here to study a little bit. I-I needed somewhere quiet to go."

"Well this is study hall, you chose the right room." He smiled a bit wider and put his earbud back in, turning his attention back to his computer.

I walked over to a seat over in the back and opened up my book. I was, once again, underneath an air conditioning vent and felt the chilled air blowing onto me. Not five minutes later the bell rang. I made an annoyed face and squeezed my pencil hard in my paw. I heard the halls begin to flood with kids and the noises they make. Squeaking shoes and shuffling clothes rushed down the hall to their next classes. I looked over at James who just sat there on the computer. I looked and saw he had a Word document open and was typing something. I wonder if it's a project. Maybe I should tell him that class is starting. Maybe he knows already, who knows...other than probably him. I dunno.

Just then Derek walked through the door playing air guitar with his earbuds in. He plopped down into a seat in the front row and started tapping his paws on the desk, making a quick beat. He started humming and his tail was wagging from all the excitement. I smiled at the sight of him enjoying himself and also the childish actions he was emitting. He seems like a cool guy. I reached down on the left side of my desk for my backpack that wasn't there. Damn I keep forgetting. After some time, more kids piled into the room and started flapping their jaws immediately. Once again the social hierarchy split into its respective groups. The jocks with the jocks, cheerleaders with the cheerleaders, nerds with the nerds, and there sat James at his computer, minding his own business. The teacher was nowhere to be seen and the final bell had rung. This teachers name is Mr. Collins. I have yet to see what he looks like.

I heard some whispers from across the room and glanced over to see the cheerleaders giggling and occasionally looking at me. My fur hid the forest fire that my cheeks produced. I quickly turned my head away, giving a weird smile. The tip of my tail rattled and I tried to hold it still as best as I could but to no avail. Right after looking away they giggled a bit louder. I'm going to try and believe that they're saying good things about me, but my past makes me feel as though they're making fun of me instead. The smile quickly faded and my tail stopped shaking automatically. I don't choose to think this way on purpose. I wish I could feel normal like I did during freshman year.

The door opened and the conversations quieted a little, but sounded as though they had no intention of stopping. A slender, but toned, German Shepherd stepped through the door with a messed up tie and a somewhat tucked in shirt. He wore small rectangle glasses that shined in the sunlight, making me blink some. His shirt was long-sleeved and white with several buttons going down his chest. He had on black pants and wore a belt around his waist. He was carrying a briefcase on his shoulder and he made a "whew" sound.

"S'up everyone." Mr. Collins said, throwing himself onto his chair followed by placing the black briefcase on his desk.

The class chanted back a hello and kept on talking. The teacher reached for a pen poking from his shirt pocket and then took out a piece of paper.

"Is there a Jake Michaels in here?" He called out, searching the class for an unfamiliar face.

I slowly raised my paw after the conversation died down and some kids started looking as well. Mr. Collins glanced at my raised paw and gave a welcoming smile.

"Ah, there you are. Well Jake I guess I have to share the rules of the class with you don't I? That's easy because there's only one. Try to look busy." He smirked and wrote something down on his paper.

"Yes, sir." I said quietly.

"Yes, sir? That's some good mannors you have there, but you can just call me by my last name, I'm not too proper or strict of a person, ya know? Life is too short to be taking everything so serious 24/7." He tapped the pen to his chin and kept smiling at me.

He seemed like a nice guy. I agree that life is too short to be uptight. I mean, with most of these people, if you shoved coal up their asses, a day later you'd get freaking diamonds. He eventually started talking and laughing with other kids about some things I didnt care to listen to. I glanced back down at my math book and decided to get busy.

I managed to do most of the chapter in an hour. I still have half an hour to kill, what should I do? I looked back at James who hasn't moved the entire time. He was typing and wore his earbuds still. My head shifted towards Derek who had his head down. His tail was moving oddly so I assumed he was moving it to a song rhythm. He seems to really like music. I decided to copy Derek and ended up putting my head down. The half hour blew by quick since I was really tired. James walked over to me and shook me lightly.

"Jake, it's time for next block." He said calmly, rubbing my shoulder. "Come on man, you don't wanna be late."

I murred at the shoulder rubbing he gave me. I opened my eyes and licked my chops, lifting my head up with a tired smile.

"Mmm...thanks." I said past a small yawn and a stretch.

"No problem." He patted my back and started walking towards the door.

I went to grab my backpack and rolled my eyes when I grabbed air. I picked up my book along with the few papers and followed James out of the room.

"You seemed tired" James said, squeezing through kids.

"Just a bit... I was up all night because I was so...nervous."

"About what? Today?"

"Y-yeah... I've had some terrible experiences at my old school. It's conditioned me to think negatively about most things now. I don't like it either, it's made me more miserable than ever because I can't find joy in the simple things I used to."

"Jeesh. Sorry that happened to you. Nobody deserves that treatment. No matter who you are."

I stayed silent and just walked away towards my next class.

Not much happened during last hour. I sat in the back of the room, away from everyone. It wasn't my choice, there were no other seats. I did some problems that were easy because I studied earlier and I even finished my homework before class ended. After what felt like forever, the bell rang. That sound that controls your actions. You're either told to go to a different class, or you're told to go home. The second bell is my favorite one. I stopped myself before trying to grab my "backpack" and snatched the stuff on my desk instead. I licked my chops and walked to my locker. I'm going to complain about this padlock one of these days. I wrestled the lock and eventually got it open, thus me placing my crap in it. I did all my homework in class today, so I can go home and rest easy. My aunt lives about five minutes away, walking distance. This made me happy since I didn't need to take a bus and deal with other people. I walked out into the sunlit afternoon and started to pant some. It's hotter than ever now that the sun is directly above my head.

I made it home safely and didn't have to speak one word to anyone. I took the guitar key out of my pocket and unlocked the front door, stepping inside the nicely air conditioned house. The sudden smell of bleach and stale perfume hit my nose and made me cringe a bit. I waved my paw in front of my nose and walked into the kitchen for food of some sort. "I survived my first day at a new school," I kept thinking to myself. I opened the cabinet and pulled out a bag of chips. This should be fine. I walked to the fridge while opening my lunch and then pulled the door open. I grabbed a water out of the side door. I don't drink soda because it can take the rust off a nail and then slowly eat away at the metal. My stomach would have a hole in it! Or more like just wouldn't exist eventually.

I stormed up to my room and slammed the door shut. My room is just a plain square with white walls, a black desk, a one person bed, and a small television. I licked my nose and chucked the water bottle onto my bed, placing the chips on my desk. While slowly walking to my bed, I took off my shirt and undid my belt. I wouldn't describe myself as skinny or really fat either. I have a belly, but it's not like a truckers beer gut, it's just a bit distended. I'm sort of inbetween really, but I always say the right amount of fat is good for cuddling. After stripping down into my boxers, I grabbed the chips and plopped down on the bed. It's about time I got a relaxing evening with a clean conscience. After stuffing a pawful of chips into my mouth, I picked up the remote and turned on my T.V. I don't usually watch anything, I just like the noise in the background.

I spent the afternoon napping and woke up to my aunt coming home from work at about six. I opened my eyes and yawned, scratching my back with my, needing to be cut, nails. I put on a black t-shirt and wandered downstairs to greet her.

"S'up Ally." I said, leaning on the wall.

"Oh. Hi, Jake." She seemed disinterested and kind of absent in the conversation.

"How was work?"

"Nothing special. Busy as always." Her tone seemed indifferent and really bored.

See? I told you.

"Jeesh, sorry."

She gave me a look that said "I don't need your apology." And looked back at the counter where she was putting premade fried chicken onto a plate.

"Help yourself." She said, walking away towards her bedroom with a beer in her other paw.

Don't mind if I do. I stacked a few pieces on a paper plate and wandered back to my room. I sat down at my desk and started to munch on the dry chicken she brought home. I picked up my shitty andriod and checked the weather for tomorrow. It read 92 degrees: one less degree than todays original forcast. Oh look, ten percent chance of sunshowers. Thats five percent more than today!

After about ten minutes, I finished my food and then stage-dove onto my bed. I slipped my shirt off and crawled back under the covers. I saw my curtains weren't closed and there was a lot of light filling the room. Definitely not acceptable. I groaned about having to get out of bed again and closed my curtains, bellyflopping onto my bed. Now the room was really dark because the curtains are very thick and heavy.

I didn't have the motivation to get under the covers or try to make myself more comfortable, so I just closed my eyes and let sleep take me over.

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