Never Fully Gone (A Straight Furry Story)

(Skip 3 days) Unfortunate Turn Of Events

Beep beep beep. ''No. just a few more minutes. Ugh.'' I mumble, rubbing the sleep out of my electric blue eyes while stumbling out of bed. Why am I not a morning guy? I could understand if I received some of my moms genes, but I didn't. I am practically a younger version of my dad, except I like to have a bit more fun and enjoy more of my life than he does. All he does is work and make sure everything goes according to some imaginary plan that he has. I'm just along for the ride ya know? That's one of the reasons I wanted to get out of the house so fast. That is, until my parents went through a pretty rough divorce. I ended up going with my mom, because I felt that she could use my help a little more than my brothers. But that isn't what this chapter is about. I got myself all dressed up and ready to go to work. I should explain what I do, since we're still on the subject. I am a certified ATV mechanic! That includes dirt bikes, side-by-sides, 4 wheelers, dual sports, and snowmobiles! It has been my dream job ever since I bought my first bike, and I have been hooked ever since. I went to school at MMI in Phoenix and stayed in the area ever since. And the best part about it is that they let you wear whatever you want, so I always show up in a classic metal band shirt and blue jeans. It's a relaxed environment, but the work is always dealership quality. I hope that one day I can move up the ladder and work in a large Yamaha dealership! But anyways, I threw on my trusty Def Leppard tee and work pair of pants, and made my way to the freshly stocked fridge. ''Man, it is nice to have options!'' I exclaim, throwing open the door. '' Hmm, what am I feeling this morning? Pop Tarts! Hell yes!'' Don't judge, they are a fantastic source of breakfast for children and adults, so don't be giving me any of that ''pop tarts are for little kids Jupiter'' because they aren't okay? They're strawberry flavored too, so just stop. Anyways, I finish with those, go outside, lock the door, get in my car, throw some Guns 'n' Roses into the CD player, and make my way to the shop. I was about 2 miles down the road when some guy on a Yamaha R6 decides I'm not going fast enough and screams past me, front wheel about 4 inches off the ground as he shifts into 3rd. I recognize the license plate the moment the bike comes back into the lane. ''Fucking James haha.'' I laugh to myself. I know for a fact it's him because he is the only one who puts ''JAMES'' on his license plates. He disappears from sight around a corner, still going about 85 in a 55. Suddenly, an urge comes over me to try and catch up to him. Now, let's be clear. I'm not usually one to exceed the speed limit by a lot, but I figure that if I can pass him back in an old Toyota Camry, that maybe he'll stop being such a show off. So I smash the accelerator and watch the speedometer slowly climb. It's a 4 cylinder so I don't expect to be speed racer, but it did seem a little slower this morning. ''Huh, maybe it's time for an upgrade.'' I smile mischievously as I say it. I glance down at the speedometer again. ''Only 60!!! I've been floored for 30 seconds and have managed to gain 5 mph!?!? Definitely time to get something a little quicker.'' I look up just in time to see a young buck, about 16, who also happens to be looking down at his crotch, holding what I can only imagine to be a phone, cross the center line. Headed in a direct path towards my vehicle. My brakes are just as bad as my ability to gain speed, so I try to swerve out of his way, but it's too late. ''Oh shi...''