Chapter One: Orientation Day
*WARNING*
Some strong language will be used
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May 23, 9:00 AM
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE- SLAM!*
I groaned as I rolled over in bed, pulling the covers over my head to hide from the glaring sunlight coming through the gap in the blinds. The family was already going full speed downstairs. No way I was stealing another minute or two of sleep lest I anger the she-demon I lovingly call mom. Sighing and turning back over, I grabbed the clock and sat up, letting my legs hang limply over the side of the bed and fiddling with the non-functional buttons until I was satisfied with my level of procrastination. With a short "hup!" and a light bounce off the slightly too-tall bed, I shuffled across my room to grab some clothes for the day. Hopefully the bathroom wasn't too packed-
"Hey Cay! I'm gonna be doing my makeup for the boys in my class today okaaaaaay?~" Shit. Well, scratch that plan I guess, room mirror it is. Closing the closet door revealed an only slightly cracked mirror that showed me the image of the zombie king. Ugh zombie was an understatement. "Agh! What the hell!? Hair all over the place? Crusted drool trailing down the side of my face!? Oh, this won't stand. Not. At. All." A serious cleanup is in order. I had grabbed a deep blue crop top, some black jeans, my favorite blue galaxy belt and of course, the baggy jacket for familial hiding purposes. My uniform would come in later apparently, since the freshmen class still had to go through with their ranking ceremony before officially being placed into the dorms and classes.
After yanking a brush through my hair and finally shoving a hat on after ten minutes of finicking with little details, my door was thrown open with a slam and I was tackled to the floor by a mass of fur and slobber known as Inko, my older sister by three years. She had already underwent her ranking ceremony and had perfectly transitioned; wielding an almost fully- formed and functioning wolf head on her shoulders, furred and clawed forearms, finished off with a bushy tail that never stopped wagging for anything.
"Cay! Oh Cay, you look sooooo cute! Did you finally choose your outfit for your first day? Are you sure you wanna go with that belt? Oooh! Is that a tank top!? Mom's SO gonna ki-" I grabbed the big flapping muzzle and snapped it shut, ignoring the muffled whines and yipes of protest.
"Inky! First off, yes, this is my fit for today. Second, this is my lucky belt and you know it, I wouldn't risk today without it. Third, you bought me this top last time you wanted to joyride around town in dad's car and dragged me along! Also, what the hell are you doing in my room!?" I let go of Inko's muzzle and let her right herself for a moment. After a moment of snuffling she resumed her hyperactive antics, rambling the entire time. "Did you know that he was sooo mad when we came back? Oh he was so mad, ha! Oh! And I hope you're excited for today, orientation was the best day ever for me! Then the next day, and the next, and the next…" I took a quick glance at the clock and felt my heart stop.
10:00 AM, orientation started in fifteen minutes and I was still at home, listening to my sister talk about what boys smelled good in her class. A car horn sounded outside and a voice called from downstairs.
"Hey pups! Mom's waiting outside for you guys, better mosey on out if you don't want to suffer the wrath!" I peeked through the blinds to see a ruffled ball of fur in the driver's seat, leaning on the cars horn once more.
"FuuuUUUUUU- Inky, we gotta go!! Why didn't you say anything!?" She cocked her head to the side and gasped suddenly "Oh right! Mom sent me up to get you since you took so long getting ready" I groaned in exasperation and grabbed her, half dragging her down the stairs and ignoring her complaints clear to the door where a rather tense mother sat in the already running car, hand poised over the horn in a silent threat. I cursed and left Inko to get up as I darted to the passenger door. "Shotgun!" I shouted, sticking my tongue out at her as she huffed and ran to the door behind mine, taking extra care to bump my seat as she stuffed herself in. "Oops! Didn't see ya there, my baaad~" She returned my stuck out tongue and before we could continue our morning squabble, a stern voice stopped us in our tracks.
"Kids. We are late. Stop dilly-dallying and buckle up!"
We knew not to talk back, and quickly buckled up, sending quiet glares that melted into goofy grins while Mom's punctuality lecture fell on deaf ears. It's orientation day, what could go wrong?