Feral High (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1, New Blood

The hustle and bustle of Feral High was on an all time peak as of late. As of last month, political talks had progressed and the Human-Anthro cohabitation act had finally been passed, to much dismay and delight on various sides. Some Anthros maintained that they were the superior Species than the Homo Sapien, while others openly encouraged integration. And the buzz had been growing steadily in consistency ever since the Principal had announced that a trial period of Human exchange students was due to begin. Entirely voluntary, the Human students would be under strict protection and no bullying allowed of any kind. Every student was to be courteous, welcoming, and hospitable so as to improve interspecies relations and also hopefully spark the initiative for more schools across the country to begin such integration. Long story short, Feral High could not wait to meet its new student body members.

For Anon however, it was a different story. Coming from a lacklustre background, and raised mostly by his grandparents, not much had been going well for him at his old, all Human school. Socially an outcast mostly due to being unable to stand out in nearly any significant way, he had few friends who were not online, had no specialities when it came to preference or elective choices, and no special skills to speak of. He was a blank slate, and one that had been forced into obscurity by the prowess and intimidation of his peers. So, when the offer had been made to transfer schools, he had leapt upon the opportunity. Here was a chance to redefine himself, really get away from the faces he feared and resented so much, and try something new. Brand new, since no Human had ever done this before. His average grades also meant that he had been a prime candidate; his school's grade-point average would not decline, and the new school's would not be affected.

The only issue was that he had been forced to move, entirely, from his hometown to the new one. He hated moving, had done it all his life, which also led into why he had few actual friends in-person. And he was going alone. His grandparents would be sending him money, and he would apparently be staying in what amounted to a government paid dorm room only a block or so from the school campus. Meals were easy enough to come by, his cost of living was incredibly low, and after a few months, he had been told that he could even apply for a job if he desired. The Integration lady had been very sweet, and informative, and he had even taken a few classes on how to act around and with Anthros, a nearly alien experience to him for the most part. As they came in all shapes, sizes, varieties, and species, he had only been told to learn the very basics; be courteous and respectful, don't show your teeth, don't wear animal-print clothing, and above all else, do not wear fursuits. He had been surprised to hear the last one, apparently there had been an incident at a convention. It had not gotten violent, but if he had thought Racial Appropriation had been a serious enough claim for Humans, it had been three times as bad for an Anthro.

As he made sure, for the fifth time, that he had all of his materials on hand, his backpack must have weighed 50 pounds from the variously sized books shoved into it, he glanced out the window at the outline of the school just barely visible in the light fog. The mascot emblazoned upon the billboard up front, somehow hilariously, was a Chimera, with the three different animal heads all breathing fire. He had been wondering how an all Anthro school would even cover a mascot, what with Humans using any and all kinds of animals and such. Did Anthros just use mythological creatures instead? It would have been like his old school having the mascot be "the Washington East High Humans." He chuckled and then checked the time. The patrol car would be there any minute to escort him to the school. Not expecting trouble, the dean had still told him that for his first week or so, it was better to just let himself be taken to school rather than walk.

Sure enough, his house phone began to ring, and he plucked it up. A deep, growly voice came from the other side. "Hello, Anon?" He answered that it was him. "Hello, this is officer Heen, I was supposed to be your driver this morning but I'm having some personal trouble and I'm sending my partner today instead. I hope that's all right." He told them that it was, and that he understood. His only question was what species was the partner, so he knew what to look for and be careful about.