Be cool. Be cool. Be cooool. My breath quickens as I walk into school. My tail dangles behind me. I almost start hyperventilating as kids start turning to stare at me.

My phone beeps. 

DUDE, WTF? IS THAT YOU WEARING A FUCKING TAIL?! 

Marissa. I smile weakly, and wave at her usual table. Isaac Lough passes me, stops and stares at my back. "Hey, Isaac..." I try, tentatively. 

"Why?" He puts his hand up in the air.

"What? why? "

"Why would you do this Arianna? That looks so stupid."

His words hurt. My tail wasn't stupid. In fact, a lot of people wear wolf tails to school in Texas. Like Wolfie Blackhearts pack. Not that I'm saying Wolfie Blackheart is normal, because who the fuck would decapitate a dog?

But instead of feeling bullied, I get mad. "How dare you? Fuck off Isaac."

"Wow. Ok. But it still doesn't look good." Isaac, taken aback, walks off.

"OKAY!! GET THE DEAD FERRET OFF YOUR ASS, ARIANNA!!"

"The fuck-?" I turn around, to see Marissa dive bombing my tail. "What the fuck you doing, bro?"

"Getting the dead ferret off you. That thing belongs in the trash.", she replies.

"Wow. Thanks a lot, Marissa."

Brianna walks into school from the parent pickup just now with Tatiana, and looks at me with an odd look on her face. She then continues walking straight past me, to the gym.

"Hey, Brianna!" I call out to her. But she ignores me and walks faster. 

My heart drops.  Thanks a lot, bitch. Some friend you are.

"You need to get the dead ferret off. Like, seriously." Marissa steps in front of me again.

I cross my arms. "It's not a dead ferret. It's my tail."

"Oh god. I have to get Brendan. He's going to die." With that, Marissa takes off across the cafeteria.

Suddenly, the volleyball team kids look up at me and start whispering and pointing.

Fuck. Just kill me now. Gotta get out of here. Gotta get outta here. Gotta get out of here-Like right now, you motherfucker. EEEEeek. Fuck Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! I run to the hallway and disappear around the corner. And run straight into Mrs. Shamerloh. 

"What are you doing over here?" She snaps.

"Um. Getting my chromebook?" 

"I don't think so. I haven't dismissed you yet."

Well okay then, you big fat hoe. "Well, the teachers always let me come down and get my chromebook."

"Well, I haven't dismissed you yet."

Well your not in there, skank.

 Yes, I know I've got an awful mouth. But I really don't care. Especially not when dealing with this bitch of a teacher. 

I turn and walk back into the cafeteria and then take the hallway by the doors to the office. 

"Where're you going, dear?" A brown haired teacher stopped me with her hand.

I smile, because I know this lady and she always lets me go back. "To get my chromebook again."

"Ok, hun. Might as well go and hang out by the library for a few seconds more, we're about to dismiss."

I smile and nod.

As I approach the computer table, Mrs. Shamerloh walks past and sees me. "You." She points. 

I look around innocently. Mwah? Me? Innocent innocent me?

"You. Right there. Yes, you in the black."

Yes, you arrogant bitch. I know who you were talking about. I'm not stupid. I just don't want to put up with your stupid, arrogant, liberal, ass. Fucker. 

"Did I not just tell you that you weren't allowed to come back here?"

"Ummmm. No??" I actually had already forgotten the details of the conversation. "You said that you hadn't dismissed me. So I had another teacher dismiss me, like always." I don't need your fucking permission, anyway. You're not even in the cafeteria on duty, loser. Quit acting like you have some sort of level of importance around here. Freakazoid. 

Find nothing to say to that, she found something else to pick on. "What is on your pants?"

I try to think of some smart ass thing to say... Hmmm. Let's see. Cotton, polyester, spandex maybe? Black dye, fibers, buttons, a zipper, I don't know, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS ON PANTS?!..

But instead, I say, "My tail."

"Take it off. It's not allowed." 

I snort.  Oh, so you allow a kid to walk around with her tits hanging out, but somebody wearing a tail offends you? Shitface.

"Okay." Even if I wanted to take of my tail, I wouldn't be able to. I'm holding my phone, my jacket, a chromebook case, and trying to shove my chromebook into it's case all the same. I walk off towards the office and back into the cafeteria, where I find Marissa.

"Can you take this off for me? I can't get the damn key ring to open." I say, downcast.

Brendan stares agape at me. "Why the fuck would you wear that to school?"

"Fuck off, Brendan." I say, lilting my 'O', implying my irritation. 

I'm looking around the cafeteria as Marissa works the key ring, when Mrs. Shamerloh storms into the hallway where I am hiding, muttering to herself. "I told her to take it off. If she didn't take it off...."

She trails off as she sees me, most likely confused. I have my hair tossed up in a bun, my black jacket off, revealing a mustard yellow shirt underneath, and Marissa is hiding the tail.

"Hi there, Mrs. Shamerloh." I smile sweetly. Inside, my mind is screaming hate words over and over again. Hi you black-souled witch-faced, devil, soul-stealing, soul-sucking sewer rat. Shit, I mean, sewer snake. Sorry, Alpha. 

The alpha of my therian/furry pack is Hiedi, with two fursonas- Gunner, the grey wolf, and Milo, the sewer mouse. I didn't want to even think about comparing my Alpha to that snake.

Mrs. Shamerloh is about to say something, when Mrs. Bruckerhoff, the vice-principal of our school walks up. 

"Mrs. Shamerloh, did you get that email I sent you?"

"Unh-uh. I'll check for it though." Mrs. Shamerloh replies. 

"Hi, Mrs. Bruckerhoff!" I call cheerfully. I'm totally on her good side. She's the one who helped me start up my own club, Newspaper Club. I know, I'm awesome. 

 Mrs. Bruckerhoff smiles warmly. "Hi, Arianna. How are your grades going?"

"Well, I got an A- in pre-algebra now!" This is a big deal for me, as I have never gotten above a B for math, my worst subject. 

Mrs. Bruckerhoff nods, and smiles as if she's remembered something. "Oh, Mrs. Shamerloh, I need to speak to you about the renovation plans in my office, too."

"Now?" Mrs. Shamerloh smiles thinly, obviously a strained smile. 

"Yes."

"Just a second, I need to finish up with a situation, real quick." Mrs. Shamerloh turns around to face us, but we aren't there anymore. I have pulled Marissa by the arm, and we have vanished from the hallway and into the girls bathroom. 

"Great. Now, can I get rid of this ferret and wash my hands?" Marissa complains. 

I scowl. "Give me back my ferret, you rat's ass."