How to Take Care of Your Lost Bunny

Chapter 1: Pet Adoption

Living is a curse.

I sometimes wonder if the world we live in actually is Hell. A sphere compact with the greediest, most selfish and corrupt human beings. That all we are, are tortured souls stuffed into a hollow shell, expected to live out our sins for a century until finally we're released from this sentencing.

I do believe there's good in the world.

But the bad just seems so much greater.

"This part of your essay was fantastic." Mr. Clive spoke, holding a paper in hand, "I just worry your words come from a deeper scale than just your imagination."

In front of his desk stood a young, timid blonde. Lucy Heartfilia. She seemed to be looking around the room quite uncomfortably; her body locked into a tense and squeezed position.

Gildarts stared at her, awaiting a response yet none came. He let out a sigh and let the morbid literature fall onto the wooden surface. "Listen," He leaned forward, causing the girl to step backwards. "I understand High School is hard, but it'll get better. Okay?"

Lucy nodded with a swallow. Her fingers picked at the strap of her bag nervously, "Can I... go?" She asked with an almost inaudible voice.

The teacher pursed his lips and nodded, leaning back in defeat, "Yes." Without delay, Lucy walked toward the door and he gave a long breath, "Please shut the door on your way out."
Slam!

Gildarts stared at the ceiling of his quiet and empty classroom. His eyes turned toward the window where he saw the football field and the bleachers surrounding it. "High School." He shook his head, sitting up straight as he looked down at his papers. "Poor kids."

. . .

During the hours of Lunch, one could find the smell of smoke and the sound of Led Zepplin blaring from underneath the bleachers. It was the home place for what everyone knew as the "delinquents" of the school. Or the so-called cool kids with their all-black attire and band t-shirts.

"My mom was going fucking nuts last night." Cana said, tapping the ash off of her cigarette, "Said she found all the liquor I'd been stealing from her in my room or whatever."

Levy wrapped Gajeel's large arms over her small torso, "So what'd she do?" The bluenette giggled as her raven-haired boyfriend cupped her tiny breasts. "Call the Priest?"

"Believe it or not, yeah." Cana sucked in a large black cloud, blowing it between her lips. "They got this whole bullshit 'meeting' for me after school. They say 'Jesus can help you.'" The brunette chuckled, "Little do they know I gave that priest a nice ol' handy right before the seminar two weeks ago."

The group vibrated with laughter. "Hell's probably got a special place for you, Cana." Gray snickered, propped up against one of the metal poles.

"You and that blue-haired whore of yours will join me." Cana bit at him.

Juvia wrapped her arms around Gray's stomach with a laugh, "Aw don't be so sour because you constantly have to go searching for dick to quench your thirst." Juvia smiled as Gray turned to face her. He leaned down and lightly pressed his lips against hers. "We can't all be so lucky to be satisfied with just one."

"Natsu, you get me don't you?" Cana turned her eyes to the pink haired male leaned up against a pillar.

His onyx eyes looked up to view his group of friends as a lit cigarette rested between his lips. He took out the white stick and gazed at it, blowing out a breath of smoke. "What the hell are you guys talking about?"