Click, I've Caught You

Arc 1: (Aim)(Needs Editing) Chapter 1

Pencils scribbled away on many pieces of paper.

Almost every student in the class was frantically taking notes. Their geometry teacher swiftly scribbled notes on the board for solving for an x value as review from the year before. As he prattled on, there was one student who wasn't trying desperately to keep up. This one student was merely drawing. She had been drawing a figure sitting near a wall, and of course with the art gods smiling down upon her in tortuous geometry, it was her best sketch yet.

She might've scrambled to take notes if she hadn't seen this coming ahead of time and had simply kept her notes from the year before. As such she casually doodles away. Though she was slightly annoyed she could never draw as well when she had her own time but turned into Picasso once in school again.

"Miss Nightsong?"

The voice of her geometry teacher Mr. Johnson, a lithe golden Labrador retriever, snapped her from her drawing. Inwardly she cringed at the whiteboard and the attention focused on her. She was glad this wasn't her first time. The year before she had looked down for two minutes in algebra. When she had glanced back up, she'd been absolutely baffled.

Her geometry teacher was looking at her expectantly, but the young student kept her nerves in tact. Not for the first time she thanked everything that her father was a serval and she'd inherited his hearing.

"Um... X equals two..?" Her soft voice answered. Mr. Johnson nodded.

"And would you demonstrate in the board?" He requested.

' Thanks.' She grumbled to herself. 'More attention.'

Nevertheless she quietly made her way to the board. She stared for blankly for a second trying to adjust her eyes to the numbers. After she did so she worked out the equation, acknowledging she missed something, but that it was the same concept. Thank goodness.

"Exactly, well done Miss Nightsong." Mr. Johnson praised. He returned his attention to the rest of the class.

"As Miss Nightsong has demonstrated, you are to take 32x and...."

"Way to go Jewels." a gray raccoon with shaggy short hair and a winning smile complimented.

She smiled back.

"Thanks James." She murmured back trying to avoid attention from the teacher. James chuckled easily seeing what his friend was attempting. He sat back deciding not to give her grief today.

Luckily and happily for all students, the bell rung.

"Alright, put away your laptops, put up your chairs and have a good day!" Mr. Johnson called sending them off with a slight smile and light wave of his paw.

Everyone packed up quickly barring Jewels. As everyone left, she picked up trash left behind and put up chairs. It wasn't anything to her, it had something to do with the major benefit of avoiding a large mob.

Cheerfully, James re-entered the room with a smirk and handed Jewels her things. She didn't bother to ask how he knew her locker combination when it was brand new, no thanks to someone stealing the first. Jewels simply knew James was very smart and so did everyone else.

Jewels merely took her bag and started walking. She didn't get too far before she was smacked with a goldish blur. She staggered backwards, winded, before tripping and falling to the ground with a cry of shock. After she finally snapped from her shock, she caught a glimpse at the the random attack missile that smacked into her, towering above her.

Standing in front of her was a black and white Stafford terrier, her eyes were wide and a deep shade of red was painted across her cheeks as she stared down at the tiny, serval-fox . Jewels tilted her head back to stare up at her friend. She mentally cursed at her for having such an unfair height advantage.