Firecat #1: Wolf's Origin

A begining

"Morning Mom." I groaned as I left my room to and trudged slowly to the kitchen to eat.

"Good morning Wolf." She responded, then stuck her red hot nails out at me. Red from the blood of people she had killed, usually signifying that she was stressed. She can tell I'm not that happy either, or she wouldn't have said good morning to me.

"I'm going to go feed Buzzer." I quickly snapped. We live on a farm, so we have tons of animals, but Buzzer the raccoon is my favorite. He has short brown ears, and dark purple fur, lined with the darkest shade of gray you wouldn't believe it's not black. I found him in my backyard, fighting a skunk over some cat food. I remember how angry my mom was when I dragged him in the house.

"Breakfast is on the table, Wolf gets picked up at two o'clock, don't forget his piano lessons and make sure he doesn't skip them." My mom shouted from the kitchen. "He's grounded for two weeks so no TV, video games, or anything of the sort. I'm late to the airport, so have fun this week, bye!" Mom quickly nodded, and left for her three day business trip. If only I weren't grounded for setting one of our biggest hogs on the loose, I could so have taken advantage of this.

"Wolf, get ready for school." Dad barked, and I mean barked. Sitting around in some stupid hundred dollar recliner, and barking stuff, that's all he does.

"Ok, where is my math homework?" I asked, then realizing it was a bad idea to ask.

"You didn't do your math homework?" Dad seemed mad, but unsurprised.

"Never mind." I quickly shout. "Maybe I can just skip math class."

"Son, when you grow up you are going to be the dumbest person in the world, step up." Forget math class, I'm skipping school. Yep, it's something I normally do, last year I almost missed half the entire second semester! But there is a down side, and it's name is summer school, aka the most boring thing in all existence.

"I'm going to see if Greg can get pizza later." I lied, then opened the door and walked down the stone driveway. All I could smell was the cows half a mile back, but this is also the first time I payed attention to it, so it was very strange, yet enticing. The thought of pizza with beef bits on top swam around in my mind. Skipping school didn't seem fun enough, but skipping one of my classes to get beef pizza with Greg, now that's something fun. But then again, who could handle detention on a day like this. My mind became crowded, and soon I decided to rest on a fence. I kind of rest my head in a spike, while the ret if me hangs down. The sky is clear, sun is shining, and something smells good. I took two more sniffs, then identify it as a chicken. I think about going after the chicken, but I dismissed the thought and kept going towards school. My best friend Gregory Stratozay, who was a perfect artist and one of the best and laziest students, walked up behind me.

"Didn't do your homework I'm guessing." He laughed.

"Nope." I sighed, looking back, wishing cool had never been made.

"Good luck with that." He ran off ahead of me, then disappeared into the trees.

"I hate my life..."