Chapter 1

Hey, my name's Jake. I'm the new kid around here and I've got a story that'll blow your friggin' mind! But, before I start, let me tell you where I am. I'm in a town called Greensdale. Not a weird name at all. Anyway, this town is very fucking special, let me tell ya. Inside this town, the residents are a walking, talking dog. That's right, you heard me. A walking, talking, dog! Now, I don't know about you, but I think that's a little fucked up. At least to me. Now, I've seen these kinds of things before, but only in pictures and fan fictions. I believe this kind of "species" would be called Furries. It's a weird name, I understand, but learn to deal with it.

So, this amazing story is going to start at Greensdale's high school; which is called Greensdale High, obviously. But, before I get to that, I would like to tell you that this is, in fact, a love story; but this love story's different. This love story doesn't contain any of that mushy shit that most romance novel authors write, no fucking way. In fact, if you, the reader that's currently reading this, has a very sensitive stomach and doesn't like reading very detailed sexual content, then you should stop reading this; right…the fuck…now.

If you're still reading this, then you're probably one sick fuck. I like that. Anyway, let's get this story started, shall we?

I stood in front of this huge building looking up at it in ah. This building in particular was Greensdale High, though I didn't know that at the time. At least, not until I read the huge-ass sign that was located right above my head. This school was fucking huge! My dad honked his horn loudly and yelled to me, "Move dammit! I know this school is big but do you have to stand there like a fucking moron?"

I apologized to him and started walking up the sidewalk, getting closer and closer to the hugantic school's gaping mouth of terror.

I pushed open the door and I could've sworn I saw Hell for the first time. Kids were running amok, throwing papers and God knows what else. I saw Lucky chatting with his posse, Niblet and Squirt. They follow him everywhere! I think they're all secret lovers or something. At least, that's what I thought, until I saw Lucky's girlfriend, Cookie, walk up to him and give him a great, big kiss on the lips. Niblet and Squirt left in disgust.

The first bell rang and everyone ran like it was the end of the world happening upon their souls. I mindlessly looked at the schedule that was sent to me over the summer. My homeroom was number six-hundred twenty-seven. That doesn't sound far at all, I said to myself, sarcastically. I looked up and down the halls, looking at every number on every door. It wasn't until five minutes later that I finally found my homeroom.

I opened the door and the first thing I saw was Lucky and his posse sitting next to each other, chatting about God knows what near the back of the room. Everyone else was acting the exact same way that they were in the hallway. This room was packed as hell! The teacher looked at me in disgust. It was probably either that I wasn't like his species, or that it took me five minutes just to get to homeroom.

At my school, teachers didn't mind if you were a few minutes late for the first couple of days. But, if it's a week after the first day and you're still arriving late, then the teachers will get a bit annoyed.

Anyway, so I took an empty seat near the back of the room, which was by Lucky's group, of course. They looked at me funny at first but then continued their conversation. I opened my backpack and pulled out an empty composition notebook. I took out a pencil as well and started to draw inside the notebook.

Every time when I draw, the world seems to fade into a blur of weird noises. I'm in my own little world. Sometimes I draw "good" pictures, sometimes I draw "bad" pictures, if you know what I mean. I've never got caught drawing any of my 'bad" pictures though, which is pretty fucking lucky if you ask me.

I started to draw a little park scene. A bench set next to a tree in front of a little pond where ducks, frogs, and fish swim all day. Occasionally, a little boy or girl will feed these said animals bread. There is also a sidewalk in front of the said bench, which is where the children stand to feed the ducks, frogs, and fish. The children also look into the pond and notice their reflections staring back up at them. They giggle for a bit and walk off with their parents, holding one of their hands, as to not lose them later if they see something else that intrigues them later on. After the children leave, the bench, tree, sidewalk, and pond animals are now alone once more, experiencing the wonderful sights and sounds of nature.

As I finish my little park-like scene, the bell rings for my first official class. Apparently, I was so intrigued in drawing my little park scene, that I didn't hear any of the announcements that were playing over the loudspeaker. Oh, well; sucks to be me.

I walked out of homeroom and went on a desperate search for my locker. Again, like homeroom, I looked up and down every hallway that I could see in order to find my locker.

I looked at my schedule and saw that my locker number was number two-hundred eleven. I looked up and saw Lucky with his posse, again, talking about God knows what. I glanced at his locker number, which was number two-hundred ten. Holy shit, I said to myself, you've got to be fucking kidding me.

With a sigh of relief and irritation, I walked up to my locker and dialed the combination that was assigned to the lock.

I heard Lucky laughing about something, but I wasn't in the mood to be a little nosey. He finished laughing shortly after and started saying something. I didn't know what the hell it was and surely didn't fucking care either.

"Hey!" he yelled. I looked at him.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked him.

"Who else am I talking to? My imaginary friend?" he asked.

"Maybe," I replied.

"I like you. You've got spunk," he said. "Anyway, what I was going to say was, what's your name?"

"My name?" I asked. "Jake. Jake Johnson."

"Heh, heh, he said 'Johnson," Niblet giggled.

"Enough of your childish nonsense!" Lucky yelled at him. "Sorry about that; sometimes Chuckles over there's a dink."

"I noticed," I replied.

"So, Jake was it? We were wondering where you came from."

I was just about to answer his question when the bell for first period rang.

"Shit! Sorry for cutting this conversation short, but we've got to go; bye!" Lucky said and he, Niblet, and Squirt ran down the hall like speeding bullets.

Now I was standing all alone in the hallway all by myself with no one to talk to. "Screw it," I said and walked off to my first official class. I looked at my schedule and apparently I had Tech Ed next. Shit. Tech Ed is so friggin' boring. All you do is chop wood all day. If I wanted to do that, I would just hang with a lumberjack for the next forty minutes. Oh, well, shit happens.

I walked into the Tech Ed room and I saw kids running around, throwing paper balls and paper airplanes across the room. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I said aloud to myself.

I looked at the clock. Only three minutes late this time; a new record.

Next thing I know, some nerdy dipshit teacher walked into the room shortly after I did. He wore a nerdy striped shirt with a front chest pocket where he held his pens, some Khaki's, and a pair of knee-high socks. He readjusted his glasses and began to clear his throat. "Attention class," he said in his normal voice. Nobody heard him, of course. He cleared his throat again and, this time, I think I went deaf.

"I SAID TAKE YOUR FUCKING SEATS YOU ANNOYING BRATS!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Holy shit, I thought, I better not mess with this dude in the future. This guy has officially won my respect.

I sat down in my assigned seat. How did I know where my assigned seat was, you ask? There was a slip of paper that had my name on a spot on a table, dumbass.

Anyway, so as everyone got seated, the teacher than began to do his job (which is, obviously, teaching). He told us all of this random shit about what we're going to do in class and blah, blah, fuckitty blah. I really couldn't wait until that class was finally over.

Slowly but surely, the class period went on. Every minute, I swear to God, felt like a fucking hour! I was going to draw, like I usually do, but I had no sharpened pencils. Plus, I wasn't allowed to get out of my seat either, which fucking sucked!

So I was sitting there, in my assigned seat, at my assigned table, all by myself, with no one sitting near or next to me; so I had to sit there and do nothing for the entire period.

After sitting there for forty long, grueling minutes, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, the bell finally rang. I immediately jumped out of my seat and ran out of that room as fast as I fucking could. I must've been all Speed Racer on that shit.

I stopped in the middle of the hall and checked my schedule. Math. Which math? Geometry. Of fucking course. I did my usual first day of school routine again; walk down the halls and identify where my classroom was. This search also didn't take me long either, surprisingly.

I walked into the room and saw Niblet this time. I had to sit in the desk across from him on the other side of the room. Cool by me.

I sat down and gathered up my things from my backpack and set them up on my desk nice and neat. The teacher gave me a nice, bright smile and prepared for the beginning of her second class. She isn't the tallest teacher in the school, but she can do her job very well (better than the other teachers anyway). From what I heard, these people don't like this teacher very well. I kind of liked her, to be honest. She was nice, neat, and pristine; just the way I like my teachers.

Her class wasn't bad, but it sure wasn't the best either (math just isn't my thing). The rest of my classes were just as boring as the last. Here's my schedule (not counting homeroom):

Tech Ed

Geometry

English

Global History

French

Lunch

Gym/Study Hall

Health

Biology

Not very interesting, isn't it? Didn't think so. You could obviously tell that this

wasn't going to be the best school year of my life.

But, it wasn't the school year that was going to bring me down, oh no; nothing was going to bring me down, because, well, there was someone out there that changed my entire perspective of life. Forever.