Chemistry (G/t)

Chapter One

My name is Mollie Sandra. I have long brown hair, blue eyes, and brown cat ears. Plus a brown tail. Obviously, I'm a neko. I'm also a borrower. I live with my clan family. We're known as The Puma Tribe. We live within a high school, and each tribe has a whole classroom to themselves. My tribe owns the chemistry room for some reason. Our clan-house is within the wall, and is rather large. There's about thirty members, and each of them has their own room. At night, when both the students and teachers are gone, we go out into our territory. Next to this classroom is the mouse tribe, which is full of mouse-eared people. They're called mouse-folk. We are friends with that tribe, but stick to our own territory. Each of us have a job in the tribe. Some are warriors, others are gatherers. I'm the one and only healing Mage. I wear a cropped top, denim short-shorts, and converses. If you're thinking I'm a slut, let me explain. The more of the outside energy that my skin touches, the more magic I absorb. More magic, more healing. And yes, us borrowers have figured out how to make good clothing.
          Actually, it was the Sheep Tribe, full of humans. We trade with them. Our currency is coins, made from melted metal and pennies left behind. Once melted down, we smelt them into to coins. We use the coins to trade with friend tribes, and in return for clothes, food, and other material.
Since I'm the only healing mage, I've got a lot of responsibility. Not really. We generally don't get into war, so most of my tribe doesn't get harmed. There are simple laws to follow, and if you break them, you get banished. Where you will be kicked out of your tribe and not allowed to join others. You're left for dead .
                Some of the laws include the following; don't go into enemy territory without consent, don't go into the human tribe leader's desk (the teacher's desk), and don't assault your fellow family members. There are other laws, but I won't go into detail.
At the moment, I'm watching the class that's going on. I'm not supposed to, but I can't bare sitting inside all day. For some reason, us borrowers don't need much sleep, and we don't die from falling. Plus, nekos can climb anything without struggle. So can mouse-folk.
I sit on top of a bookshelf that is in the back of the rather large classroom, gazing upon the students with my tail swaying. They're about my age, sixteen, and they look extremely bored. The teacher is a tall blonde man, with glasses and blue eyes. A boy with fire orange hair and green eyes sticks his hand up. The teacher calls on him.

"Do you believe in tiny people?" He asks. I stop swaying my tail.

"Excuse me?" The teacher asks, probably thinking he didn't hear him right.

"Do you believe in tiny people?" The boy repeated. A black haired and brown eyed boy snickered.

"Borrower-boy is at it again..." He says. His friends snicker at his comment.

"Shut up, Zach." The red haired boy snapped. The two looked like two cats ready to pounce.

"That's enough." The teacher says sternly. "To answer your question, Christopher, no. I don't believe in borrowers."

"That's probably because they aren't real." The boy named Zach says. The one named Christopher takes a deep breath.

"I have a really good feeling they're real."

"Yeah, whatever. I have a feeling you're just mental."

"Enough. Anything is possible." Said the teacher. I wanted to climb down and yell that I'm a borrower. But instead I climbed down and went home. Jack would be furious if I got us caught. Jack is the tribe leader. He is a tall man with black hair, black cat ears, gold eyes, a scruffy beard, and is skilled with chemical alchemy. Chemical alchemists can change everyday chemical mixtures, into magically potions. It's not the safest, nor is it the most popular. However, I cannot question my leader.
             After stepping through the magic door that only opens to my tribe, I'm greeted by Jason, my fellow tribe brother. We are not actual siblings, though. We're just in the same tribe. The smile on his face tells me he has a stupid plan or idea.