Fox Class?

Chapter 5

Writer's note: If you are reading this story, I'm still a new writer and I am sorry if there are spelling mistakes, I'm still new to Wattpad. There may be some pictures I put in to help show you what I am imagining. I'm not very good at describing scenes or characters. I hope that where I have put the photos will help you see which characters they are. I will be thankful to any feedback on this story, and I am sorry if some sections do not make sense. I am still trying to piece it together, but I will try my best to upload weekly when I am not studying.

Just some extra information about a character. Alluro is you the reader, so imagine her as you like keeping in mind with the said descriptions of her later.

All the photos I use asides from the character photos were found on the internet. I don't remember what I searched up to find them, but I found them.

Thank you for reading my book! :) - Cehilmot

"Hey, kiddo. Hello, earth to Alluro!" Bruce calls out, "I want to talk to you. Please?"

I turn to face him. He asked politely, so I guess he has something decent to say, for once. I walk to the furthest seat away from him which is in front of the window in the lounge room.

"How was school today? Your teacher, Miss Taneta told me that you left school after she spoke to you. She wanted to apologise for her behaviour. She said that it was very unprofessional of her and it won't happen again." Bruce explains softly.

I shrug.

"Well, I think that's all the news we need to cover for now. Honey, have you told her about it yet?" Mary says in her annoying sweet-suck-up-to-Bruce voice.

He looks beck and fourth. Me or Mary is what seemed to be ripping his mind apart. "Well, Mary and I were just discussing this camp she found. It's a training camp and she thought it would be a good way for you to make friends. What do you think? I won't agree to it if you say no."

Is he really thinking of doing this to me? I thought he had something nice to say, but no. it's like every other time I am called to talk with by him. "Why?"

"Mary said you said that you said somethings about her, and she was concerned. That's all."

Lies. "Right, because you can pin anything on a fox. You can turn a fox's friend or family on them. Wow, I'm impressed Mary. Stooping so far. No. I'm not going anywhere."

"He–, Hey Alluro. Please just sit down. Look I've let you run wild for all these years, the least you can do is just listen to me just this once. All I want is for you to live your best life, that's what I promised your mother. I know that you don't like Mary or anything about life right now, but it will get better if you just open your heart and take my advice. Please."

"Is this what she put you up to?"

Dominic and Greg look up from what they were doing. Bruce seems to have no answer for what I just said.

"You realise that I never speak, right? And if I do it's because I have to defend myself just because of what I am. You know, if you really wanted the best for me, you would leave me alone. I don't care what my mother wants I don't care what you want. I know I sound selfish but the only thing I keep asking for is to be left alone. I leave all of you alone, but you just can't seem to do that for me."

I stand up and so does Bruce.

"Alluro, I have put up with this for long enough. You are my daughter, and you will listen to what I have to say. Do you understand?" Bruce said raising his voice.

"I am not you daughter. You and I both know that very well, so do not ever, ever order me around again. If you really cared, then you would know to leave me alone."

"What the hell is wrong with you foxes? All you ever do is put the blame on other people. You never are accountable. You're sly, cunning and most of all deceitful to the very core."

That hurt...because it was exactly what she said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mary smiling evilly. She had won, hadn't she? I sit back down in my chair, knowing I'm defeated. Her smile only grows. There are footsteps, but I can't tell who they belong to. I feel so cold. It hurts. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate–

"You're wrong. You can't just say that about us. We foxes aren't the same. It's you lot. You're all the same. You think you have power over us because of a story, right? The same story told to us. It wasn't a fox that did it, so stop blaming us. I was there when you accused her of the same thing Mrs Mary just said. You just didn't see me. Alluro is a lot kinder than you know. She hardly talks which is true, but only around you. Leave her alone. If you ever speak to her again like this, I'll be sure to destroy this house even if I get locked up." Vincent says confidently.

He walked...down the stairs? Why would he do that? It only works in Mary's favour. What a fool.

"Who are you?" Bruce questions.

"I'm Vincent. Vincent Kitsune of the Fox class." He replied slyly.

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"Well, Vincent as you can see this is a family matter which doesn't involve you so please leave my house."

"No. I understand that this is your house, but I happen to be Alluro's friend. So, as you said earlier about sending her to a camp to make friends, you won't need to waste your money on something useless because she already has a friend. Me." Vincent grins.

What is going on right now? He just waltzes into the living room and suddenly considers me a friend? Sure, I saved him one time from being raped by that pig but it's not like it has happen to him before. I need to take Vincent home before he starts another fight. "Vincent, we're leaving. Come on."

I half drag him out of the house and into my car. "We're going home."

"No." He replies.

I sigh heavily, "Yes, I am. We are not arguing about this right now."

"No, you are going to take me to school to get my things before we go home."

"Fine."

I park outside the school. We walk up to the entry. It's still open. We walk up two flights of stairs and into the classroom. There's breathing coming from the classroom. I don't particularly want to go in after what happened. I'll just wait at the door. Vincent walks in to collect his books. The teacher didn't say anything, but her heartbeat quickened. I could hear it. Loud and clear. I step into the doorway neither entering nor staying out.

"A coward like shouldn't be afraid of the presence of us. A lower status," I scorn, "I will help Vincent, but not for you. For him and his own good, so that one day he can be someone. Someone who will change the world unlike you. Forever changing the favoured students who don't need you."

On that note we left the school building. We sit in the car, in silence. It was peaceful. For a moment I forgot he was there. I drove carefully to his house and parked outside. Memories flooded my head. Memories I wanted to forget. Memories I wish I didn't have.