That night, Don and Jakob decided to stay over and spend the night. They had to go to their houses to get clothing for Wednesday. I had to set an alarm, because I will literally sleep in.
Once we woke, I was surprised by the fact that my room was still in one piece. Both Don and Jakob still were asleep, so I used this time to shower, brush my teeth and fur, and get breakfast done.
I don't know why, but I cook and bake just to keep things off of my mind. I always cook eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast. That's literally all I cook for breakfast, nothing else. I take that back, I do pancakes occasionally.
While I was cooking, I remembered, I'm meeting Toby today. In previous messages, we had exchanged names.
The two balls of lazy-asses finally woke up and came downstairs. And it was about time, too. I didn't want them making us miss the bus and me having to drive. Because, honestly, I don't feel like driving AT ALL. The reason I'm cooking is because Don and Jakob will bitch the entire way to school about 'starving'.
"Rise n' Shine lazy-asses." I say and grin. "Didn't think ya'd wake up."
"Oh shut the hell up, Jack." Don replies sarcastically.
"I mean you're not wrong, though." Jakob adds and sits at the table. "Smells good in here. What're you makin'?"
"See for yourself." I turn the stove off and point at the food. Both Don and Jakob walk towards the stove, plates in hand, grabbing away at the food in front of them. I stood back and waited for them to finish so I can actually get mine.
Minutes later, they departed from the stove and sat down. I grabbed my plate and grabbed a few things from each plate. Two pancakes, sausage, three pieces of bacon, and an egg. Once I grabbed my fork and sat down, they were both almost finished with their food. Hell, if I knew my food were that good, I'd quit going to restaurants and eat my own cooking.
Mr. Maxwell had given us papers for pre-tests on what we learned the previous year. He told us once we're finished, just do whatever until next period. All-in-all, he's a pretty chill teacher. I'm just going to stay on his good side.
Once the bell rung, and after Science class, Me, Jakob, and Don met up at Art class. Drawing, sketching, and painting is an honest favorite. It's what I usually do when I'm stressed or sad. And it helps other furs share common interests.......kind of like a Con.
We entered the room and saw plenty of amazing artworks made by former students. Most of them looked fucking beautiful. And so I'm going to make my mark like everyone else did, by the end of the school year. Make something good enough for the school to just slap it right on the walls like a 5-year-olds refrigerator.
I saw Toby and his group of friends walk in and sit in the front. I'm guessing he doesn't know we're in the same class yet. But, sooner or later he will.
The art teacher, Ms. Grayson, a beautiful grey and gold wolf with the darkest blue eyes ever walked into the classroom and stood in front of the class. She told us to introduce ourselves like an exchange fur in Kindergarten. And when it was Toby's turn, he gave me a little wave before speaking. Afterwards, she told us what we'll be doing later on in the each month and do whatever until the end of class.
Most likely, every teacher is going to tell us that same thing.
After Art class was lunch. And man, I was NOT ready.
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