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Stray-Chap 1-Waiting..

~Melissa~

"Oi!Wake up, trash!"
My eyes shot open in an instant, and I jumped out of my skin, turning slightly as I jumped out of my hammic like, light blue clothed bed.My eyes were wide open now.

Outside of my cage stood one of the workers, Phil.His short combed back hair was a bit messy today, I noted with a glare.

"Why can't you just wake up early, like everyone else?"He scowled in annoyance.I pouted slightly when I heard snickers behind me-in the other cages.Phil snarled, and turned, "Laziness is not gonna get you nowhere."

I glared as he walked off.But, I still sat up straight, brushing my hair, even from my ears and tail.

Miniature Nekos, or, some trend that was being passed around, MN, were a very popular race that was around for nearly 200 years, the race starting in Japan, and then soon, the race became extremely popular..
To be pets.

Not knowing of any other life there could be, none of us really cared.We just wanted to be in some type of family.Anything, really.A purpose.
Instead of being in cages.

I was almost fully sure I was the one who wanted to have a purpose the most.I had numerous places where I rested at.Not homes.Not at all.
Just pet stores-all over the place.Sold to other pet stores, or the pet store going out of business, I always found myself back to a miserable place like this.

Everyday I would think Today.Today I'll have a purpose-make someone smile.I know it.It has to be today-I can't live like this forever. but every thought or wish I make was pointless, for nothing ever changed.

I also wasn't even sure what owner I wanted.I didn't know much of the different types there were.But the ones that mostly came were children with adults, who were most likely parents.If kids were the main ones that got my race, than sure, a kid.I didn't really know of other types.
I just wanted to make them smile.Or something.

I was just wondering why I was never, ever picked.Everyone else was picked at some point.But I never, ever got to someplace I can remotely call home-for even a short period of time.

I hung my head, my bangs falling over my eyes.
The door of the shop swung open, the bell jingling.

I couldn't raise my head fast enough.
And sure enough, at the door was a pretty looking woman, with a young boy around the age of seven by her side.
The usual.

Phil rubbed his hands and turned to the customers, "Hello.How can I help you?"
The woman smiled softly, the boy next to her looking more than enthusiastic."Yes, please.A miniature neko."

I could fell my drooped ears pick up themselves, the right twitching some.
"Ah, yeah.Right over there."Phil pointed his finger to my area with a small smile."That whole area has many cages and 'em to choose."

The boy by the woman's side didn't miss a beat.He ran over, and I could feel my heart rise.

But he ran right past my cage.

My ears dropped down slightly,but not fully and enough.I let out a shuddering breath, my hart still hammering.

Then, far behind me, I heard the boy, "This one!Ma, I want this one!"
The woman waked past my cage and to the boy.
My ears fully drooped down.

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~Jason~

I awoke from my deep slumber by a annoying, horrid buzzing noise.With a shaky groan, my face still implanted to the white pillow, I stretched my hand over.I grunted as I dropped my arm down, failing miserably.

Tired.So tired.

I raised my arm, stretching it over.I slammed it against the alarm clock.
But I missed.I continued this process multiple times-always missing and slamming my hand against the shelf.I groaned, and thrust my arm over.

It missed.

I snapped.I sat up completely, punching the top button roughly, and by then my hand was already beating and aching.I panted, and swept my tangled hair back.My eyes went down to the numbers on the digital clock, and my eyes widened.

Slept in..nearly two minutes.
I jumped out of bed.
Sure, it seemed like nothing. But I was always late-with or without my alarm.

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~Jason~

Usually I liked, loved homeroom.Just to relax, mainly.Even if for awhile.Though, my form of relaxing wasn't like the other students-the ones that weren't stuck up and obnoxious, with nothing else to do.

Reading?Honestly, I don't enjoy reading.I don't hate it, but I don't love it either.
Working on assignments?Mainly the ones that were due later that day?Sometimes with the strict as hell teachers?..I would.But I feel to lazy to do it, which gets me in hell later on.
I just sit.Just sit-that's all.
Or at least I try to.

My homeroom teacher, Mr.Fischer, was the most strictest teacher in the school.He want listen to no explanations, or nothing.Not even a warning..well, sometimes-but not enough.But if he already gave you one-you're already heading up to the office.No explanation will completely leave your lips.

"Jason,"
My eyes darkened for a moment at the feeling of someone tapping at my shoulder, but they lightened again when I heard the voice.Not much, though.I turned in my seat.

Mark, let out heavy sigh, and scratched his short black hair for a moment, before putting his hand back on his desk."Please.Please tell me you've started."
I merely blinked, "..What?"

"If you don't finish it-which has to be good writing and a good topic, then you won't pass and move on."
I had a blank stare, trying my hardest not to look like a complete idiot.I was sure I was failing, though."..Um..Er.."I raised my head a bit more, "Yeah.Yeah, sure."

Mark jaw dropped, "You didn't."
I opened my mouth, stopped my words, then spoke, "No.I don't even know what you're talkin' about, man."I shrugged lightly.

I was guessing this was important.After all, Mark knew for years that homeroom--no talking for me.Just rest.
..we'll talk in other classes.Very strict teacher alerted classes.

Mark groaned, then leaned over his desk to me, "The pass test we have to do.Exam.Essay.Right a bell?"
Still blank.
But then I widened my eyes.

"Oh.Oh, that."I shrugged, "I'll finish it soon."
Interest spark in Mark's eyes, "You started?What topic?"
"Yup."I smirked, "Name in the corner.And it's an awesome font!Though..Topic?Dunno yet."

Mark sighed heavily, "It's due pretty soon.And, we're not even supposed to use fonts.Not those fancy ones!Which one you'd use?"

My face fell.I cringed, "I dunno.A cursive one."He groaned, "I'm so screwed."
"It's just your name.Erase it and start again."
I opened my mouth to explain, but then palms slapped down against my desk.I turned back to the front slightly, to see very familiar, polished fingers and a hand's wrist which had way too many bracelets.I looked up, and my face fell very slightly.

Lisa was grinning at me, and began drumming her fingers against my desk.My eyes darkened, and I looked down, lifting one leg over the other."Not in the mood."

Lisa lifted one hand, and before I could let out a sigh of relief, she swept her hair behind her ear, and slammed that hand against the desk again.She smiled softly, "I saw you yesterday.."

I had a blank stare, "Yes.It was Thursday.A school day.So..of course you saw me."
She reached down into my desk.

Even if nothing was in there, I instinctively grabbed her wrists, "Hey!"
My face fell, when a rough, deep voice echoed out, by the doors, "Oi!"

I slowly loosened my grip on Lisa, who backed up with a sly smile.
Shit.This was all planned again.So he could be against me.

Sam, was standing by the doors, his muscles tense.He walked over, his feet stomping against the floor, "Why're you touching her?A girl?This girl in particular, now?"

I stared, then began sputtering.My heart banged against my rib-cage when he walked straight up to my desk.I jumped to my feet, standing.I pulled my hands up, in a surrender.

Wait..Surrender?I didn't even do anything wrong.
Suddenly, Sam's fist grasped at the collar of my shirt, a chair falling at my side.I felt my collar and Sam's covered fists yank up and slam against my throat..And then..

"What is going on is here!?"

Everyone turned to the door, which stood Mr.Fischer.His face was red, his teeth grit."What is going on in here!?"

Sam let go of me, and I opened my mouth, but then Mr.Fischer yelled out what I was expecting him to say, "JASON!OFFICE!"He barked.

My jaw dropped.But, knowing he won't listen to any explanation, I slumped my shoulders down, grabbed my backpack, and walked out of the class.

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~Melissa~

Head down, ears drooped, stiff yet relaxed tail, I kept feeling my jaw tighten at every thought I had-haunting me.

I managed a shaky chuckle.
Why was I wondering and questioning?The again, always after someone enters the shop and intends to get my kind, and ignore me, I always think this.Right after.

I pulled up my leg, leaning over it.I kept my softened eyes on the rags that were my clothes.The sleeve was ripped.

"You haven't spoken."
I raised my head slightly, to see Phil, still leaning across the counter desktop. He was looking back over his shoulder, right at me.
Was I supposed to speak?

I ignored him, and looked down once more.I wrapped my arms around my knees, leaning close to them.

The doors of the shop opened.

Description
Stray-Chap 1-Waiting..

~Melissa~

"Oi!Wake up, trash!"
My eyes shot open in an instant, and I jumped out of my skin, turning slightly as I jumped out of my hammic like, light blue clothed bed.My eyes were wide open now.

Outside of my cage stood one of the workers, Phil.His short combed back hair was a bit messy today, I noted with a glare.

"Why can't you just wake up early, like everyone else?"He scowled in annoyance.I pouted slightly when I heard snickers behind me-in the other cages.Phil snarled, and turned, "Laziness is not gonna get you nowhere."

I glared as he walked off.But, I still sat up straight, brushing my hair, even from my ears and tail.

Miniature Nekos, or, some trend that was being passed around, MN, were a very popular race that was around for nearly 200 years, the race starting in Japan, and then soon, the race became extremely popular..
To be pets.

Not knowing of any other life there could be, none of us really cared.We just wanted to be in some type of family.Anything, really.A purpose.
Instead of being in cages.

I was almost fully sure I was the one who wanted to have a purpose the most.I had numerous places where I rested at.Not homes.Not at all.
Just pet stores-all over the place.Sold to other pet stores, or the pet store going out of business, I always found myself back to a miserable place like this.

Everyday I would think Today.Today I'll have a purpose-make someone smile.I know it.It has to be today-I can't live like this forever. but every thought or wish I make was pointless, for nothing ever changed.

I also wasn't even sure what owner I wanted.I didn't know much of the different types there were.But the ones that mostly came were children with adults, who were most likely parents.If kids were the main ones that got my race, than sure, a kid.I didn't really know of other types.
I just wanted to make them smile.Or something.

I was just wondering why I was never, ever picked.Everyone else was picked at some point.But I never, ever got to someplace I can remotely call home-for even a short period of time.

I hung my head, my bangs falling over my eyes.
The door of the shop swung open, the bell jingling.

I couldn't raise my head fast enough.
And sure enough, at the door was a pretty looking woman, with a young boy around the age of seven by her side.
The usual.

Phil rubbed his hands and turned to the customers, "Hello.How can I help you?"
The woman smiled softly, the boy next to her looking more than enthusiastic."Yes, please.A miniature neko."

I could fell my drooped ears pick up themselves, the right twitching some.
"Ah, yeah.Right over there."Phil pointed his finger to my area with a small smile."That whole area has many cages and 'em to choose."

The boy by the woman's side didn't miss a beat.He ran over, and I could feel my heart rise.

But he ran right past my cage.

My ears dropped down slightly,but not fully and enough.I let out a shuddering breath, my hart still hammering.

Then, far behind me, I heard the boy, "This one!Ma, I want this one!"
The woman waked past my cage and to the boy.
My ears fully drooped down.

-----------------

~Jason~

I awoke from my deep slumber by a annoying, horrid buzzing noise.With a shaky groan, my face still implanted to the white pillow, I stretched my hand over.I grunted as I dropped my arm down, failing miserably.

Tired.So tired.

I raised my arm, stretching it over.I slammed it against the alarm clock.
But I missed.I continued this process multiple times-always missing and slamming my hand against the shelf.I groaned, and thrust my arm over.

It missed.

I snapped.I sat up completely, punching the top button roughly, and by then my hand was already beating and aching.I panted, and swept my tangled hair back.My eyes went down to the numbers on the digital clock, and my eyes widened.

Slept in..nearly two minutes.
I jumped out of bed.
Sure, it seemed like nothing. But I was always late-with or without my alarm.

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~Jason~

Usually I liked, loved homeroom.Just to relax, mainly.Even if for awhile.Though, my form of relaxing wasn't like the other students-the ones that weren't stuck up and obnoxious, with nothing else to do.

Reading?Honestly, I don't enjoy reading.I don't hate it, but I don't love it either.
Working on assignments?Mainly the ones that were due later that day?Sometimes with the strict as hell teachers?..I would.But I feel to lazy to do it, which gets me in hell later on.
I just sit.Just sit-that's all.
Or at least I try to.

My homeroom teacher, Mr.Fischer, was the most strictest teacher in the school.He want listen to no explanations, or nothing.Not even a warning..well, sometimes-but not enough.But if he already gave you one-you're already heading up to the office.No explanation will completely leave your lips.

"Jason,"
My eyes darkened for a moment at the feeling of someone tapping at my shoulder, but they lightened again when I heard the voice.Not much, though.I turned in my seat.

Mark, let out heavy sigh, and scratched his short black hair for a moment, before putting his hand back on his desk."Please.Please tell me you've started."
I merely blinked, "..What?"

"If you don't finish it-which has to be good writing and a good topic, then you won't pass and move on."
I had a blank stare, trying my hardest not to look like a complete idiot.I was sure I was failing, though."..Um..Er.."I raised my head a bit more, "Yeah.Yeah, sure."

Mark jaw dropped, "You didn't."
I opened my mouth, stopped my words, then spoke, "No.I don't even know what you're talkin' about, man."I shrugged lightly.

I was guessing this was important.After all, Mark knew for years that homeroom--no talking for me.Just rest.
..we'll talk in other classes.Very strict teacher alerted classes.

Mark groaned, then leaned over his desk to me, "The pass test we have to do.Exam.Essay.Right a bell?"
Still blank.
But then I widened my eyes.

"Oh.Oh, that."I shrugged, "I'll finish it soon."
Interest spark in Mark's eyes, "You started?What topic?"
"Yup."I smirked, "Name in the corner.And it's an awesome font!Though..Topic?Dunno yet."

Mark sighed heavily, "It's due pretty soon.And, we're not even supposed to use fonts.Not those fancy ones!Which one you'd use?"

My face fell.I cringed, "I dunno.A cursive one."He groaned, "I'm so screwed."
"It's just your name.Erase it and start again."
I opened my mouth to explain, but then palms slapped down against my desk.I turned back to the front slightly, to see very familiar, polished fingers and a hand's wrist which had way too many bracelets.I looked up, and my face fell very slightly.

Lisa was grinning at me, and began drumming her fingers against my desk.My eyes darkened, and I looked down, lifting one leg over the other."Not in the mood."

Lisa lifted one hand, and before I could let out a sigh of relief, she swept her hair behind her ear, and slammed that hand against the desk again.She smiled softly, "I saw you yesterday.."

I had a blank stare, "Yes.It was Thursday.A school day.So..of course you saw me."
She reached down into my desk.

Even if nothing was in there, I instinctively grabbed her wrists, "Hey!"
My face fell, when a rough, deep voice echoed out, by the doors, "Oi!"

I slowly loosened my grip on Lisa, who backed up with a sly smile.
Shit.This was all planned again.So he could be against me.

Sam, was standing by the doors, his muscles tense.He walked over, his feet stomping against the floor, "Why're you touching her?A girl?This girl in particular, now?"

I stared, then began sputtering.My heart banged against my rib-cage when he walked straight up to my desk.I jumped to my feet, standing.I pulled my hands up, in a surrender.

Wait..Surrender?I didn't even do anything wrong.
Suddenly, Sam's fist grasped at the collar of my shirt, a chair falling at my side.I felt my collar and Sam's covered fists yank up and slam against my throat..And then..

"What is going on is here!?"

Everyone turned to the door, which stood Mr.Fischer.His face was red, his teeth grit."What is going on in here!?"

Sam let go of me, and I opened my mouth, but then Mr.Fischer yelled out what I was expecting him to say, "JASON!OFFICE!"He barked.

My jaw dropped.But, knowing he won't listen to any explanation, I slumped my shoulders down, grabbed my backpack, and walked out of the class.

--------------------

~Melissa~

Head down, ears drooped, stiff yet relaxed tail, I kept feeling my jaw tighten at every thought I had-haunting me.

I managed a shaky chuckle.
Why was I wondering and questioning?The again, always after someone enters the shop and intends to get my kind, and ignore me, I always think this.Right after.

I pulled up my leg, leaning over it.I kept my softened eyes on the rags that were my clothes.The sleeve was ripped.

"You haven't spoken."
I raised my head slightly, to see Phil, still leaning across the counter desktop. He was looking back over his shoulder, right at me.
Was I supposed to speak?

I ignored him, and looked down once more.I wrapped my arms around my knees, leaning close to them.

The doors of the shop opened.