Flying Colors

Chapter I Max Part I

Max was sleeping in his bed wrapped up warm and comfy in his blankets. He twitched his pitch-black wolf ears in his sleep.

"Max, you were supposed to get up twenty minutes ago! You don't want to be late on your first day of school!" Uncle called from the dining room

He opened his cobalt blue eyes and looked at his large clock that was hanging on his bedroom wall right above his doorway, it read 7:45. "Shoot, School is in fifteen minutes," He angrily whispered under his breath. "Okay Uncle, I'm getting up," He shouted to the other room. He unwrapped his blankets letting the cool air touch his bare legs and chest as he slid out of bed. He stood, stretched his arms, and yawned. His head almost touched his low ceiling. Pulling up his light-blue boxers he walked over to his large wardrobe. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he pulled out his school uniform.

He put on his black beanie and white button-up t-shirt. The shirt had a patch of the school's emblem of elf ears, an animal tail, nymph wings, and a human head on a shield all being encircled by a red ribbon. Demons were not allowed at the school or on the school campus due to "accidents" happening when one is around. Some people say Demons are a race forged from the deepest depths of hell here to wreak havoc on Xyanthia. But, Max thought they were just extremely unlucky, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and because of this they only had hated being thrown toward them. Max kinda felt bad for them.

He sloppily tied his tie and put on his long, black slacks. He looked back at the clock and it read 7:50. "Shoot, only ten more minutes until the first bell rings," He paused for a moment knowing he had forgotten about something. "I still have to pick up Clover!" He shouted angry at himself for not remembering.

Max hurriedly put on his black socks and white tennis shoes. Sliding his dark paws into the shoes. Werecreatures feet had paws or hooves of their animal species as it slowly blended into a human-like complexion. The only other species that had feet like this were the demons, but they only had goat-like hooves no other variants.

As Max rushed out of his bedroom door and into the dining room his uncle stopped him by grabbing him by his forearm. "Hey, Max are you gonna eat breakfast, or do you just want some toast?" A brown-eyed, black werewolf with stubble going across his face said while looking at Max.

"Toast is fine, Uncle Cooper."

"I knew you would say that, so here you go, but you better hurry." Cooper handed him two pieces of charred toast.

Max shook his head, "You can't even make toast without burning it."

Cooper ruffled his hair, "You're going to be late for school, hurry up and go."

"I still have to pick up Clover. So, I'm gonna take my bike so I can make it on time," Max said while eating half of the piece of toast in one bite. He grabbed his black backpack and ran out of the door. The sun shone on his dark skin as he jumped off of his porch stairs. He quickly grabbed his bike off of his makeshift bike rack. He rode off in search of Clover's house pedaling his bike as fast as it would take him.

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Max sped through the old city streets and made a hasty stop right next to a two-story house with a nice green lawn. It was red-bricked and had new roofing. The windows were big and spaced out, the white curtains hung on the inside of the house were tied up elegantly.

He walked over to the large, black door and pounded the heavy gold knocker onto it three times. A girl's voice yelled from inside, "Coming!"

Max waited a couple more moments, and the door slowly crept open. A teenage elf poked her head out of the door. "Max, I thought you were never gonna show! And, you know how my mom is with me walking by myself," She said a little annoyed.