Last man standing: volume 1 (rewrite)

Back to hel... I mean School

This is a rewrite of the original

As the son rises up over the horizon, it's worm smile is replied by the ringing of the morning alarm clock. It was then thrown across the room as it suddenly stops ringing.

A young boy woke up, seeing his father opening the door to his room. "Good morning, Yn," his foster father, Riley, said.

"Morning dad, why are you waking me up so early in the morning?" Yn said between yawns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Wen his eyes finally adjusted to the morning light, he saw his father brought him some bacon and eggs with toast. "I just wanted to make sure you're going back to school on a full stomach, for once." He gave out a nervous laugh and walk up to the side of his son's bed. He placed Yn's food on his lap as he instantly started eating. He couldn't believe that his father made his fames bacon flavored breakfast. It's were he makes the toast and eggs on the stove using the bacon grease after he's done making bacon.

As Yn eats his breakfast, he noticed the sad look on his father's face. That's wen Yn puts the puzzle together. His father only makes good food for someone wen he has bad news to give them. Yn look down and sighed depressingly. "You have to go back to the army, don't you," he said disappointed. Riley sat next to his son and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I have to. There is some trouble in Africa and they need me. I'll be gone for a few months," He said in a sad tone. But then he looked up with a smile.

"Can I trust you to not fuck shit up here while I'm gone?" He asked in a joking tone as it was answered with the sound of laughter. "I'll try not to put to many furries in the hospital," Yn answere right before they both started laughing uncontrollably. "I'm going to miss you, I love you son," he said and walked out. "I love you to dad," Yn said before his father went away.

Yn POV

As I ate the last bit of food I looked out the window to see my dad driving off to the military base. I then took a Quick shower and put on some short camouflage pants, Brown boots, my (favorite color) shirt and my black hoody, seeing as the school does have a strict dress code. I packed all my stuff for school and went downstairs. When I passed the wall clock on my right I saw that it was... "Oh fuck, I'm gonna be late for hell!" I jelled as I grabbed my keys, helmed and got on my bicycle and drove through the streets and zigzagged between the cars, taking short cuts through back alleys and occasionally spearheading through red lights. "Kate is gonna kill me if I'm late…again," I tell myself as I made my way to hell. I sighed deeply as a pick up the pace. "To be honest high school is an even worse hell than war."

  As I speed through the streets I see the oh so familiar ominous building coming into view. And with it a grimm buff buffalo figure stood at the gate like a Minotaur guarding his treasure. The guys name is Lucas Green, he's on of the school's gym teachers and the sports coach for the schools best Furrmerican football, baseball, basketball and athletics teams (Thou he isn't the only one). But when he doesn't have paper work and has a free periods, Mr Green would usually spend it by roams the halls to catch anyone out of class (or doing other stuff they shouldn't) or works as a school groundskeeper. Because of that it makes it hard for delinquents to skip on class or bullies to have their fun, seeing as he is rather unpredictable just like his schedule. Not to mention that he is one of the disciplinary teachers and he's strict as fuck and would not hesitate to charge you if you try to run, I guess it's a bull thing.

He also takes note of anyone who's late for school and writes them up, but he goes by baseball rules for some reason. If you're late for school three times in the same month then you are out. And for every day after your third strike is another detention, meaning there is no reset after the first three. But all things considered I gess its kind of him to do that, and that the school allows him to work this way. Just think about it, you have 3 get-out-of-detention-free cards per month. And I can't help but wonder what of the guy has a live outside of work or does he really need the money, considering all the jobs he has here alone.

As I get closer I can see him staring at his watch. So that can only mean one thing. I ingested the bicycle chain and whent all out. I pass him by and I pull one the brakes as I drift over to the grass a few feet away. Look at him waiting for the results. "Well, Mr. Ln. You just beat your personal record by 9 minutes," he said as he flashed a smile in my direction. I breathe a sigh of relief and went on to chain my bike.

"Yes, on time with 20 minutes to spare," I said to myself. I turned around and started to walk to the doors of hell none as high school. As I walked in, everyone was talking, until they saw me. As I walked through the halls every suddenly went quiet all went quiet. You'd think that they'd be use to a human in the school by now but if I were to gess it's mostly the first year who stopped talking.

Soon enough I came to my locker and I packed all my things that I didn't need for the first few periods. Wen I closed my locker I heard a sound of someone running. I listened closely and I was right. That sound only got louder and louder by the second. Yyyyynnnnn! Someone yelled out as I turned around, but I was to late.

To be continued