Life of an Outcast
Life of an Outcast
"Class, I would like you to meet our new student." said Mrs.Tannin when the principal walked into the room. Following closely behind the principal was a young wolf with blue/black fur. The principal cleared his throat.
"Everyone this is Jason." said the Principal. "He is a transfer from across town. Now I want you all to make him feel welcome." He quickly turned to Mrs. Tannin, "I think you can handle it from here Ethil, I have to be off." he said as he walked out the door. Nobody spoke as Jason wordlessly took his seat. Travis took the opportunity to lookk at Jason.
He was well muscled, and he wore tight blue jeans with a bright white tank top. Travis's curiosity grew when he saw that Jason walked with a slight limp in his left leg. It was there but barely noticible, as if he had hidden it his entire life. Travis twisted in his seat to watch Jason as he sat down a few desks away and put down his bag.
"Well, with Jason introduced we shall begin the lesson. Open your books to page 7 we will begin the review of yesterdays lesson." drawled Mrs.Tannin. Over the next half hour she recapped the previous lesson, but all Travis could think of was Jason. Jason, I feel so sorry for him, nobody greeting him. Mrs. Tannin's voice suddenly snapped him back to reality. "You may begin your review work now class." Travis looked at his book to begin working, but he just couldnt get his mind off of Jason. He shook himself trying to clear his mind. Jason. The name echoed in his mind and he felt strangely drawn to Jason. He shook himself again, and began to work.
20 minuets later and only half of the assinged problems done, the bell rang for lunch. Thank God. As he gathered his books he saw Jason walk by. I'll talk to him at lunch. Travis decided as he finished putting his books into his bag. He picked up his bag and walked out of the room tword the cafiteria. As he stood in line to get his lunch he looked for Jason. He saw him in the far corner at a table that no one sat at. A girl a few places ahead of him giggled to the girl next to her and motioned at Jason, "Would you look at him, he is just too cute to be true."
Sighing the girl replied, "Yeah, it does seem that way."
Jason knew the second girl; a tall lepoard with pale blue eyes and jet black shoulder length hair that went by the name Valirie, but he did not know the first. he took a second to look at her; a prarie lion with hair the color of honey. She turned her head to look around and he noticed she had eyes the color of fresh juniper berries.
"Well, go talk to him Susan," Said Valirie. "If your so interested."
Susan, thought Travis, I'm gonna have to remember that.
"I am not interested in him, I was just commenting on how he looks thats all."
With his tray in hand, laughing to himself, Travis walked over to the table where Jason was sitting and asked "Would you like some company?"
"I don't mind." mumbled Jason.
"If your worried about people likeing you, don't. It's this way with every new kid. They'll ignore you for a while then they'll say hi. My names Travis by the way. Where did you transfer from, if you dont mind my asking?"
Jason sat up, feeling more and more confident about the prospect of haveing a friend, "I was transfered from Badger Middle, across town. I would rather not tell why but I will say that nobody liked how I dressed in tight clothes all the time. You don't seem botherd by it."
Travis shrugged "How you dress is your choice. Do you want to be friends? Nobody here likes me because of my fur. Even my parents ignore me."
"Just because of your fur!?" said Jason.
"Yeah," said Travis, "but I'm used to it. Ever scince the 1st grade I have been ignored by them. It is like I don't even exist. My mom was convinced that my fur was just a phase. She was the only one who would pay attention to me."
" 'Was' ?" said Jason curiously.
"Yeah, even she ignores me now." Replied Travis.
"That's sad that your parents don't even pay attention to you. I never talk to my parents much because I am afraid of how they will take what I want to tell them."
"At least you can talk to your parents if you wanted to. What are the rest of your classes?" asked Travis as he began to eat degectedly. Talking about his family had made him feel down hearted.
"After lunch I have World History, PE, and English. In the morning I have Science..." Jason faultered as he looked up and saw the look on Travis's face. "Whats wrong?"
Travis looked up and shook his head, "Hmm? Nothing, I was just thinking. Do you want to come over to my house after school? It would be nice to have someone to talk to that will actually talk to me and not just sit there."
"Sure, why not."
"Thanks."
"It is me who should be thanking you. You are the first person who hasnt judged me on my clothes. It is hard to find people that are willing to look past clothes."
"Speaking of being judged, there were a couple of girls over there that were talking about you."
Jason looked up from his food, "Realy?"
"Yeah, they were saying that you were 'to cute to be true', whatever that means."
"Yeah, who understands girls anyway?" Jason laughed.
Just then someone shouted from accross the room, "Well, well, well, lookie who we have here," the tall boy began strolling tword them, "If it aint the fag from badger middle."
Turning back to his food Jason mumbled, "Shut up Jakanin."
Jakanin charged the last few feet, his mouth inches from Jasons ear, "You gonna make me, Faggot?" Jakanin let the f hang for a minuite before saying it.
Jason gave Travis a pleading look, a look that plainly said that he didnt like to fight.
A mindless rage overtook Travis, standing he said, "You heard him Jakanin, shut up."
Jakanin looked at Travis, "Looks like Jasons got himself a bitch. Tell me, how many times has he....."
Jakanin let out a gasp as Travis punched him in the nose, sendign him realing. Jakanins hands darted to his face as he swore. Jumping over the table, Travis punched jakanin again, this tiem in the stonach. Jakanin doubled over as teh wind was knocked from his lungs. Travis took the opportunity to knee him in the face. he was about to knee him again when he heard teh cafiteria doors slam open. as his rage subsided a bit, haveing spent a fair ammount of it on jakanin, he became aware of everyone in the caffetiria chantign "fight" before a loud voice cut through the noise. through a gap in the crowed he saw teh dean pushign his way inbetween people.
"Alright, what is going on here?" pushing through the last row of the crowd. The Dean was partialy deaf in one ear so he hadnt understood what everyone had been chanting. His grey muzzle fell open as his eyes fell on Jakanin. "What is the meaning of this?" the Dean rushed to Jakanin, "Will someone tell me what happened here?"
A girl spoke up, "It was him sir," she pointed at Travis, "He was the one who hit him."
"Thank you Ms. Fosh" said the Dean. Looking at Travis he said "Young man, go to my office, Now. I must take Mr. Largson to the infirmary." He helped Jakanin to stand "Everyone go to your next class, lunch is over." he said as he walked out the door.
Travis swore, he stormed back to his bag and grabbed the strap, he started to walk away when he felt someone grab his arm. he looked back to see Jason, stretched across the table. Jason looked him in the eyes and said "Im sorry," Jason pulled his hand back and sat back down, looking at his tray. Just then all of the anger Travis felt just melted away, and was replaced by sorrow as if he had lost somethgin dear to him. He turned, and continued to walk tword the door.
Out in the hallway Travis hesitated for a moment, his thoughts churning. He had over heard some people talking about him a few days ago, but what they were saying he did not know. Shruging off the thought, Travis continued to the Dean's office and sat outside the door.
Within 5 minuets the Dean arrived.
"Come on in," said the Dean opening the door and stepping inside. Travis shivered at the sound of the deans voice. it wasnt concerned like eirlyier, nor was it cheerfull and inviting like dureing the morning anouncements, no this time it was a voice that Travis had never heard before, a voice, that inspired fear. Travis stood motionless as the dean sat down in his chair.
The Dean was a slender wolf in his mid to late 30s with grey fur and silver hair. Judging by the dates on the certificates that were hung on the wall the man had begun his career not long after graduateing. that in itself didnt occure to Travis as a suprise, but what did suprise him was that the dates on the certificates was only 5 years ago. The Deans only worked here for 4, I remember when he came in. This interested Travis, what had the Dean done with a whole year? Travis was brought back to the situation at hand by the Deans cold voice. "Sit, Mr....."
"F..f...Furtuft, Travis Furtuft, sir." stumbled Travis as he sat down.
The Dean snorted as he ogt up and walked to the filecabnits in the corner and began to sift through them. Travis took the opportunity to look around the room. there was one window, faceing so that any occupant of the room could see what was happening in the main office, the room was a plain eggshell white, 3 plants, one on the desk, one on top of the fileing cabnits and one in the corner right next to the window. the desk was as plain as the rest of the room, just pressesd fiber board covered in cheap immitation wood.
The drawer of the cabnit slamed shut, startleing Travis. The Dean opened the file he was holding to the front page then hesitated. With a sigh he closed the file and walked tword the door. "Wait here Mr. Furtuft, ill only be a minute," stepping outside his office he spoke briefly with his secratairy before pickign up teh phone.
I wonder who he is talkign to. the Dean pressed the reciever and dialed another number. hes prolly calling the cops if they havent been called already. a sence of in difference entered Travis. who cares, i defended a friend the thought struck him. A FRIEND! he had one, and now hed prolly never see him again. the dean put doen teh phoen and stepped out into the hallway. now where did he go?
He noticed the secratary lookign at him and lowered his head. A few moments later teh door opened and someone stepped in. Travis glanced up and saw the Dean followed by an officer. Lifting his head more he saw the name tag on hte officers shirt Largson! This must be Jakainin's father! Travis quickly ran his eyes over the rest of the officer.
He was a well built timber wolf probably in his late-thirties eirly-forties. he eyed Travis quickly before saying "Get up, your under arrest for assault, hands on the desk." Travis obeyed, tail drooping. The officer quickly searched him before pulling out his cuffs. Gripping Travis's wrist the officer twisted his arm arund behind his back, snapping the first cuff on as he did so and tightening it sharply. Holding Travis's arm in place he reached for the other arm and pulled itaway from the desk quickly. Travis grunted as his chest hit the desk, his wrist stinging as the officer put the other cuff on and tightend it sharply as well.2 snicks signified that the officer had locked the cuffs and didnt plan on losening them. Travis's thoughts turned to Jason and he had a strange forberance that his life would never be the same.
Grabbing him by the neck and cuffs the officer hauled Travis up, "Alright get to walking." said the officer as he forcibly turned him tword the door. Be back in a bit to get your statement Jake." the Dean nodded as he sat down behind his desk with a sigh and started pullign out paperwork.
The officer escorted Travis to his car and sat him down in the back seat. Gettign in himself he started the car and backed out of the spot. Putting the car in gear he pulled out onto the road and began heading twords the outskirts of town. Fear gripped at Travis. The station isnt this way. Unsure of what was to come Travis sighed.
The trip out of town took only a few mins, only haveing a population of maybe 6 thousand it wasnt very big. The officer began to slow and soon pulled on to an old dirt road, so old that grass had begun to grow in the ruts cause of the absence of tires on it. The officer stopped and got out, stretching for a moment, and walked around to Travis's door, pulling on a pair of gloves as he did so. When he reached the door he opend it and quickly pulled Travis out of the carand threw him to the ground. The last thing Travis saw was a gloved fist comeing at his face.