It had been a long day at school. Same old classes, same old people, same old bullshit. When the bell has finally rang, you were happy to pick up your bag and run outside to the front gates. You stood in your usual spot, eyes open as you looked out for your dad to pull up and whisk you away.

Distantly you can hear the murmurs and whispers around you. There's whispers from the other students… whispers about you. Pity and loathing. Jealousy and anger, it didn't matter. Whether it was another rumor about your father or a quip about your deadbeat mother. It was all the same old chatter.

But just as you were about to turn around and finally tell the people closest to you to shut up, you hear the loud revving of a motorcycle. Glancing back, you look up to see your dad on his bike. He rolled up to the sidewalk in one smooth motion and kicked the stand down.

The familiar sight of his brown messy fur with his ears poking up and peircings around his face as he tried to get a bit of food out of his teeth with a nail and wearing a black loose tank top with army green baggy jorts and chains with big boots and sunglasses in his pocket ——