Full Of Life: Trouble at Home
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2nd chapter, tried to make this one longer after seeing how short the first chapter came out. please comment! ^o^
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Chapter 2 _________
Fuck... What's Mom gonna think when I'm not at school? It's too late now... i'm already in the driveway, and I am NOT going back to school. Man I hate being in situations like this. Ok, all i gotta do is get to my room with as little conversation as possilbe, I can do that. I put the key into the lock, tension building as each tumbler clicks into place. By the time i've opened the door, my heart was beating faster than it did when i nearly got the snot beat out of me. I took a step inside, and my mom called out almost immediatly
"Nen? Is that you?"
"Y-Yeah," I stuttered,
"What on Earth are you doing home?" she said quickly, sounding more worried than angry.
"I don't want to talk about it..." I said, already heading for my room. Luckily, she was in the kitchean, and my room was upstairs. So i didn't have to worry about seing her face to face
"I said, what are you doing home?" she said sounding more annoyed. Which is just what i need right now.
"And I said, i don't want to talk about it!" i said in a raised voiced, While closing my bedroom door and locking it. In hindsight, that probably wasn't the best thing to say. But I really didn't want to talk about it. Great, now she's coming up the stairs. So i grabbed my iMusic Player, put on my earphones, and turned on one of the loudest songs i could find; which was one of my random techno songs that i have spread out throughout my playlist. Doesn't exactly fit my current mood, but it'll do. A couple seconds later, my mom started knocking on the door (which i could barely hear), and tried to say something
"Nen... out... to talk.... please..." was all i could make out, i'm sure there was alot more, and I probably could've figured out what she was trying to say, but i really didn't care at the moment.
"Just... Leave me alone." i replied softly, not sure if she heard me or not. But she stopped knocking, and stopped trying to talk to me, so i guess it worked.
I suppose now is as good a time to tell you about myself as any other.I'm 16 years old in the 2nd semester of my sophmore year. I'm a Feline, more like a house cat, and it shows. As I said earlier, I'm pretty thin and even have a somewhat girlish figure. I dress like everyone else at school(that way I don't give them anything else to make fun of). I'm 5' 8'' , weigh about 120 pounds, and almost no muscle tone. My fur pattern is very close to a foxes, a nice orange color, black paws and ear tips, white muzzle and stomach, and i also have those little brown ovals right under my eyes, which are a deep blue. I have somewhat long, shaggy black hair, with blue tips. As I also said earlier, I'm gay. Which probably wouldn't matter as much, if I was living anywhere else but here.
I awoke about two hours later, I don't even remember falling asleep. Exhaustion must've caught up with me. I looked around, sleep still making my mind foggy. So i sat up and continued to look around a bit more to help clear my mind. I noticed a folded piece a paper on the computer desk, so i got up to go read it.
Lunch will be getting cold if you don't come down soon!
Love, Mom
I sighed as I noticed that my bedroom door was cracked slightly, instead of closed. Well, I might as well go down and get some lunch.
I wasn't exactly that hungry, but i didn't want mom to worry. I walked down the stairs and proceded to the kitchean. The smell of food filling my nostrils. I wasn't very hungy when i first came downstairs, but I was now. I sat down at the Kitchean table, still trying to avoid contact with my mother for as long as possible. She finally came out of the kitchean, with two plates of pan seared salmon, and fried rice. Heh, she must really want to know why I'm not at school. She set one of the plates in front of me, and sat down with the other. I grabbed a napkin from the center of the table, and began to eat. Man, she really went all out on the meal, the fish was cooked to perfection and i love the combination of spices she used.
"So, how is it?" she said, breaking the silence
"Great, I love how you put some lemon zest on the fish, but used cayenne pepper instead regular black pepper. Not to mention the sweet basil you used to downplay the other two so they wouldn't be so overpowering." I said, feeling pretty confident in my analysis. She gave my a coy smile which told told me that i was one hundred percent correct.
"Well, i got one more question then, How come you're not at school?" she asked.
I sighed, dragging it out. I decided to tell her.
"... I got in a fight."
The shocked look that she wore wasn't far from the reaction that I had predicted. And I'm pretty sure I know what she's going to say next.
"How!?"
Heh, I knew it.
"The kid was drunk off his ass, and everyfur at school hates me." I didn't mention the reason everyfur hates me, because I haven't quite came out to my mom yet. I kinda wanna wait until i'm living on my own to tell her, that way if she doesn't agree, the worst she can do is disown me.
"C'mon, furs like you."
"Not the ones at school"
"Even the teachers?"
"Yeah..."
"well, I think this is all in y-" *BRIIIIIIIINNNG... BRIIIIIIIIINNNG* "... hold on, let me get the phone."
Awesome timing, I'll just put away my dishes and go back to my room now.
When i was almost at the top of the stairs, my mom called out, and it was the LAST thing I wanted to hear.
"Nen... that was the school's principal. he wants to see us both in his office. Today."