Reunited Chapter one
chapter one of a story i hope to finish before summer :P
Mogo slid his gloves over his hands, the white fishnets contrasting his black shirt and shorts. Across from him sat his friend and fellow orphan, Chester. The canine was struggling to get a shirt on. Mogo shook his head.
"You should try something that fits," the sergal said, helping Chester slide the shirt over his torso. The canine grinned.
"But it's easier to show off in a smaller shirt," he said. He pointed at Mogo's gloves. "And why should I take dressing advice from a cross dresser? I'm quite fond of my masculinity, thank you."
Mogo rolled his eyes, putting on his hoodie and grabbing his school bag, they had to be at the end of the block in six minutes. Chester wrinkled his nose at the sergal's sweater.
"It's like, ninety degrees outside. You're going to be sweating buckets before we even make the bus."
Mogo smiled, holding up an arm.
"That's why the sleeves are short."
Mogo bounced a little as the bus hit a speedbump. He grumbled, shifting to lie in a more comfortable position. Having grown up in New York City, he wasn't used to bumpy car rides. Hell, in New York, he hardly ever rode in cars, he just walked everywhere.
The bus lurched to a stop, sending the sergal to the floor. He cursed, getting back into his seat. Thankfully no one had seen, except Chester.
"First time on a bus?" He asked with a grin. The canine stretched before standing, joining the line of students getting off the bus.
Mogo stepped off the bus and looked around. They had been dropped off behind the school, as was made apparent by the sports fields to his immediate left.
The main building was two stories tall, made of dark red brick. The very center of the structure was covered from top to bottom in windows. A row of portables were set on either side of the main structure.
Mogo pushed one of the glass doors open, finding himself inside the cafeteria. The room was massive, holding at least twenty five tables, each capable of seating sixteen. There were fourteen booths set along the wall to his right. Every seat in the room was taken, occupied by every type of species, from rabbits to rhinoceros.
Mogo wasn't hungry, so he just dodged around the groups of conversing students (almost stepping on the tail of a Fox that was sitting against the wall). He pulled his schedule from his bag, holding up the paper for examination. He had world history for first period, then team sports 1 for second. It looked like his classes were taking him up and down stairs all day, great.....
Mogo was so caught up in his papers that he didn't see the other sergal standing directly in his path. He ran straight into the stranger's back, knocking himself off balance. The other sergal spun around and caught him by the wrist.
"Careful," he said, pulling Mogo back to his feet. It was then that Mogo got a good look at the stranger.
He stood a few inches over six feet, seeming to tower over Mogo at just less than six feet. He wore a sweater that said, "You're killing me smalls." His back was a deep navy blue, the color stretching from his upper jaw to about midway down his leg. His front being the white that was common among sergals. The sergal studied Mogo carefully. "I don't think I saw you here last year," he said, releasing Mogo. "So I am going to assume that you are new. My name is Spade, and you are...?"
"Uh-"Mogo stuttered. "M-Mogo, my name is Mogo."
"Well, Mogo, welcome to Orange HS. If you have any questions, feel free to ask," Spade said, checking his phone. "Just try to save them for later, class starts in two minutes."
"Oh! I'm going to be late. Also, sorry!" Mogo said, taking off up the stairs.
Spade scratched his chin. Mogo seemed familiar, even though Spade knew he had never seen the boy in his life. He sighed.
"You're losing your marbles, old man," he said to himself, heading upstairs for first period. Mr. Saviet would be pissed if he were late.