Why Change? (Straight furry story)

13. Where Have You Been?

"That dream was too real" I said, then I heard another voice, "there you are" It was Vexera, and she had bloodshot eyes and wet fur. "I heard your voicemail" she said "and I am so sorry for not being there for you". "The nurse said you were having a bad time, and when I saw you, you were sweating and jerking and... well... I hated not being there for you, so, I am deciding to join the rapid response team when I am older". I had rapid flashbacks to my dream,

"no!" I said

"why not?" she asked

"well, this may sound stupid, but I was in Hobart, I killed many people, and you were there too. you were about to kiss me, but I had a scapel and, I stabbed you" I said "and, I killed my parents, I don't want that to happen. You said sorry for not replying to my voicemail". 

The nurse came came in and said "you can go home, come back every two weeks for six weeks, your arm should be better in no time". I thanked her and followed Vexera out to her mums car. we got in and we passed my house, and I knew waht was happening. I was dropped off at school, the time was 10: 17, so period 2 was only just starting. We walked into F8, Mr Ambers class, and we apologise for being late. He looks at my cast and says "take a seat", we go to our usual seats and sit down. "so, is everyone in the studying state of mind?" Mr Amber asks, we all answer with "yes Mr Amber" and he said "well, I think its time to stop and talk about what we did on our holiday." we all sigh and then he said "we are going in alphabetical order, which means, Ashley, you're up first" after alot of people, it finally reached me, and I said that I got my motorcycle, gun and I am waiting for my arm to recover so that I can finish my plane licence. Everyone was looking at my arm and someone said "what happened to your arm?" and I said "this didn't happen on the holiday" and I made my way back to the seat. Soon Vex was called, and she said that she had alot of fun, before the holiday, and that her holiday was average. 

Period three we were doing history, and we all were having fun until she was talking about the facts and figures behind the war. One of my grandparents was an ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps), he was on the frontlines, distracting the Turks from the people who came up on the side and got the higher ground, he survived, somehow. I was woken form my daydream when the bell went. I gathered my stuff and as I was at the door the teacher said "Carl, wait, you seemed a little... distracted, anything we need to talk about?". I said "no, I think I'm fine, thanks anyway" and walked off