Torcher Gang BRIO: [Arc RETCONNED]

A Lifetime of Hurt Hurts Once a Life (Chapter 1 Part 1)

     October 30, 2019, 2:10 PM on a Wednesday. Detroit, Michigan. It's a bit chilly outside; thank God I grabbed my hoodie. My fur should keep me warm either way, but there is something about having a hoodie with me that keeps me safe. I just want to get out of school and go straight home... Wherever home is going to be today. 

     It's been a few years now. Everyone asks me about this weird cursive Z on my forehead. Didn't know but apparently this mark is all the rage nowadays. Only people with specials powers have this mark, at least that's what they say. I... know it's true, 'cause I have powers myself. I hide it all, though, much like hiding the rest of my life issues. I figured if I tell people that this was just some dumb tattoo that I got to make myself seem like I have powers, people would just think I'm like everyone else. And what do you know, they eat the bait like starving fish. I'm just as normal as everyone else, and I want it to stay that way. 

     It's been 50 minutes later and school is now out. I stayed in the classroom until everyone left the building. Maybe I'll pretend that I'm just finishing some last minute work before I leave-

     "Hey! Cleaver? You still doing work? School's out, you know?"

     ¡MIERDA! I thought everyone would just leave! Okay, think of something, think of something.

     "So, why are you still here. Aren't you supposed to go too? You have work to do?"

     "I'm the student president. I'm the one planning the Halloween party. Me and the student council are decorating the halls tonight..."

     "Huh!? Goddammit! Ursin!? God, I forgot about that?" Why didn't I realize that Ursin was talking to me? Jesus, tells you how much I pay attention. Ursin was a Junior, one year younger than me. A bear beastman, one of the most popular and smartest kids in the school. In his freshman year, he received multiple athletic awards, many math games trophies, and top debater in the Debate Team. Brawns AND brains, and a stunning, innocent look that can swoon any lady. He definitely won the genetic lottery. I'm the total opposite. Not the smartest guy, only C average. Not much for a debater or even up to talk about simple politics like that. Yeah, I'm fast and strong, but I'm too lazy to actually do any athletic sport. My looks are okay, I'm not the most handsome. I keep my hair combed and neat, but that's it; not no lady killer. 

     I didn't want to leave... Not yet... I guess I was so adamant about leaving and now suddenly, I just want to stay. I'm getting a pit in my stomach. In fact, my stomach just growled SUPER loud.

     "Uhm... Do you want me to get you something from the vending machine? You seem pretty-"

     "Oh no, it's just... I missed lunch so, I better get home."

     "Oh, well, I can drive you home. It's pretty dangerous, lately, with all the terrorist attacks and stuff. As Student President, it's my job to make sure everyone is safe."

     ¡CARAY! Why do you have to be so amicable!? I guess I have no choice...

     "Yeah, you know what? Nevermind all of that, I think I stay and help with decorating, if that's okay with you."

     "No, that's perfect! With an extra hand, we can get done faster. We have food for those who stay and help. You can have some since you're hungry. Come on, we're decorating the first floor, first."

     "Yeah, just let me get my things packed. I'll be down there."

     Why did I get myself in this situation!? Well... at least I get to eat something. To be honest, I didn't skip lunch. It's just that that lunch was the first meal I've eaten since yesterday's lunch. I was starving. I had an extremely high metabolism and also a big appetite, making that appetite even bigger. Once I reached the first floor, I sat my belongings down against the wall. A bookbag, a duffel bag, and a green hoodie-jacket; these were my life. Everything I need are in these two bags.