This place is Hell: Fangle High School [Finished]

Prologue

Hi I'm Foxy Landry, and man is my life hell! I live in a small house on a street with alleyways and drug dealers. This place is run down and dangerous. There's only 4 good house in this street, including ours. I live life with my mom, older sister, and younger sister. My big sis Cassie, is 23 and in college. She's a purple fox with silver eyes and magenta tips for her hair, tail, and hands. My younger sister Pastry, is 13 and in middle school. She's a all gray fox with bronze eyes and has white tips for her hair, tail, and hands. My mom calls us the three metals because we have Bronze, Silver, and Gold eyes. My mom's name is Cynthia, and she normally works overtime to help support are family sense out dad died. I will never forget what my sister described.

-- FLASHBACK --

Foxy Age 11

I sat in my mom's blue SUV with my older sister. I was stairing out the window while my sister was talking to my mom. My dad and younger sister were in the brown Jeep in front of us probably talking about pet's. We were headed to the airport to pick up my cousins Julie, and Russile, as well as there parents Cramer, and Willow. We were coming to a four way intersection, on the highway. The traffic light switched right to red as my dad was about to drive through, forcing my dad to slam on the brakes. The car kept sliding and didn't stop as it went straight into the road. My mom was freaking out as she two slammed on her brakes, but did stop.

As my dad slipped into the road he had the worst luck. A lion by the name of Willfore Stray came flying down the road at, at least 110mph with no hesitation. But to make this worse he was a motorcycle maniac psychopath, that tied 4 flap strips of TNT to his engine. When impact came my dad's Jeep went flying into a 360 roll onto it's side. Pieces from the engine came flying at his forehead, heart, and gut, making blood fly all over the front seat. Me my mom and sister begged to get out and see if Pastry and Lucifer were ok. My mom had to drive us home and leave as the cops told. We cried the whole ride back.

-- 2 Weeks Later --

These weeks have been hard lately just crying, sleeping, eating, and weaping. I was throwing a rubber ball at the wall, while stairing at the ground waiting for it to come back. I threw the ball on to my bed and groaned on my way down the stairs. As I went over to the table I was quite. I sat down slumped over with bad posture. I didn't care my life has been rough for everyone. I lay in my arms listening to the conversation my mom was having with the hospital to see how Pastry was. We were already told that are dad was dead there was no forgetting it, but pastry might be ok.
-- 3 Days Later --

Everything has been down besides Pastry coming home she broke her arm and fractured a finger. Sense she witnessed it she was hit the hardest by the incident. Whenever we try to talk to her she just won't speak to us she will lock herself in her room like yesterday and not come out for hours. To make matters worse she's only 7, and she hates existence right now. Everything is different, and we are now moving to a place in Denver, Colorado. I won't be able to hang out with any of my friends they all moved away in the first place or they stopped talking to me. I don't know what is gonna happen now that I have no dad.

-- End Of Flashback --

I sat in my cluttered rooms full of boxes, my mom got a new job in Miami Florida so we're gonna be living there now. I have packed up most of the stuff and I still am I'm just taking a break. I set my phone next to me on my silky black bedsheet and put my wireless Bluetooth blue headphones in my ears. I turned on the song 7 years by Lukas graph. I got partway through the song when my door opened and shook me out of my daze. "Hey you ready yet?" Cassie walked over and sat in my spinning gaming chair next to my bed. That gaming chair is so old and it's made out of leather and metal.