Today was a Monday, the most dreadful of all days, I know. You had to go to school of all places and it SUCKED. You wake up, your alarm already going off for. .what? The 3rd time now?. .

You look outside, the weather slowly shifting from spring and slowly shifting to summer, the sunlight shining through your window. Birds were singing. . .flowers are blooming. . .days like this. . .kids like you. . .should be getting ready for school! You were about to be late!!

You put on the school mandated uniform and grab a candy bar from the cabinet (hidden away behind something healthy just so others in the house wouldn’t go looking for it) and you head out the door and go to the bus.

Classes were boring, everyone there sucked. .you had no one to talk to! Your friend had either ditched or stayed home again, probably faking an illness just to get out of a test or another group project so you were bored as hell! I mean, what could you do in a school entirely full of kids who stayed in their cliques and wouldn’t talk to anyone else?

Time had passed, right before lunch you were in English, you were supposed to write a story with someone in that class, but unfortunately, you knew no one there. One student seemed kind of interesting, but the rest were all boring or too annoying for your taste. That was until you got paired up with Schwarzwalder, or as he preferred, Choco Werehound Brute.

The English teacher, Linzer Cookie, picked the pairings, and since one of Choco Werehound Brute’s friends weren’t here, she decided to pair you up with him. He was the tallest in the class, a big guy, pretty intimidating to be honest. . .

Choco Werehound Brute sat down next to you once she finished pairing everyone up, he moved his bag and his books over to your seat, some horror and realistic fiction.

“So. .uh. .”

He cleared his throat. You two hadn’t seen eachother much, barely even said a word except for a “here you go” and a “thanks” for that time when you dropped your pencil.

“. .what should the story be about?”

He asked, being much more awkward than you imagined he would be, like being tall was just for show.

“and I’m Brute by the way, nice t’meet’cha. .”

He says, introducing himself with a small nod as he tapped his claws onto the desk.