A/N: This is my first anthro story so let's how this goes.

Prologue: Waking Up

*Buzz, buzz, buzz!*

Robert groaned awake at the sound of his alarm clock telling him to get the hell up. He reached over and grappled for the infernal device and once he finally got a hold of it he hit the stop button, shutting the damn thing up.

He sat up in his bed and stretched feeling his back and shoulder bones pop from the scrunched up position he was in when he finally fell asleep. He grabbed his smart phone that was on his night stand and saw it read 5:00 am and winced from that.

"Man, school doesn't start until 7:50…I got to stop waking up this early." He half joked with himself. He knew his reasons for why he woke up this early EVERY morning and it didn't have anything to do to with school…well maybe a little.

He threw off the covers that were still on him and threw his legs over the side of his bed and got up and looked around his room.

His room was about a normal sized room with one side of it having a bookcase full of all the stories he like to read while the other side of the room had his TV and his computer against the wall with his reclining chair in front of the TV.

With a grunt Robert walked to his door on the other side of the room still half asleep and opened the door and walked out of his room and walked into the hallway leading to the bathroom and the kitchen which was down stairs. He headed over to the kitchen to see if his dad was in there since he got up even earlier than he did.

As he walked into the spacious kitchen he said, "Hey dad what's for breakfast?" when he noticed that he wasn't in here.

"Odd…usually he's the first one up." Robert thought out loud looking around the kitchen and saw on the island in the middle of the kitchen a note.

He went over and grabbed the note and read what it said.

'Robert,
I got called into work earlier than usual today so you're going to have to make your own breakfast here. I think you can manage that. Have fun at school today and try to make some friends. I know you didn't want to leave your old school and friends but trust me. This is for the best.
Love dad.'

Robert cringed a little at the painful memory that the note pointed to and threw it away into the waste basket and decided to get ready for school even though it didn't even start until 7:50 and when he looked at the stove clock it read it was only 5:20.

He shrugged and decided to start doing his daily routine. This took the form of him cooking his breakfast which consisted of scrambled eggs and bacon…which he ate with gusto. And then headed into the main area of the house which had been changed into the living room and had the couch and TV and the rest of furniture that they owned, and headed across that into the small gym his dad had custom built into the house for them to work out in.

He looked around to see all the exercise equipment that was at his disposal. There were 5 to 85 pound free weights on one side of the room with a bench press next to the rack of weights. In one corner of the room there was a mat where he could do push-ups, sit-ups, etc.

There was also a tread mill and a stereo over on the far side of the room. Robert went over to the stereo and plugged in his ipod which was on the stand with the stereo and pressed play.

As the first of the songs started playing-glad you came by the wanted- he moved over to the mat and started to do push-ups and then when those were done he went to sit-ups and so forth.

He did these for about ten minutes with fifty on each and could feel his blood running and was panting from the hard work out and got up from lying on the mat and contemplated doing the free weights but decided not because his arms were already on fire.

Once he caught his breath he went over and turned off the stereo reading the clock on it seeing it said 5:40 am and decided to go take a shower, he needed one anyways.

He walked up the stairs to the bathroom and stepped into the bathroom and got in the shower feeling the warm water relax all of his muscles while he scrubbed the sweat from his body. After a bit of time he turned off the shower and stepped out of the shower grabbing the towel he'd left on the hook next to the shower. He dried himself off until his fur was dry and went over to the sink.

He leaned against the sink looking down at the ground and lifted his head to look at the mirror seeing that it was fogged with steam so he wiped it away with his hand to see his face.

What he saw was a teenage wolf with brown eyes and a scar running down his left eye. Once more he cringed at it, he's had to live with that scar for five years but he didn't know if he would ever get used to it.

With a sigh at seeing his reflection he grabbed his comb and brushed his head fur till it was finally straight and then proceeded to brush his teeth till they were finally white.

Once that was all done he walked back into his room and went over to his dresser which was next to his book case and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had three wolves howling at a full moon on it.

He put all this on along with his sneakers. Next he grabbed his dark forest green jacket and put it on. Then he grabbed his watch off his back pack along with his class ring that was connected to on a necklace which also carried his mother's gold ring that held a sapphire stone in it.

He put on the necklace first then put the watch on his wrist and then grabbed his back pack and slung it over his shoulder and headed for the four car garage on the other side of the house.

When he got into the garage he saw three of the four cars he and his dad owned. Robert owned two cars while his dad also owned two so that way it was fair for both of them.

Robert owned the dark green Honda Civic that had GPS and a few other things such as an ipod player that he used whenever he was driving. That was his everyday car. The other car was for special occasions. It was a Silver Nissian GT 500 with black racing stripes, and he loved it because it helped fuel the racing blood that ran through his veins whenever he felt reckless.

The other two cars were a Chevy Cruse and a Ford F1 50. Robert's dad- Warthorn- loved some power behind his back. Right now the Ford was still in the Garage so his dad had taken the Cruse.

Robert looked at the key rack that was by the door and saw the Honda keys and grabbed them but also looked at the Nissian keys as well wondering if he wanted to take that instead but decided to go for the Honda.

'I don't need it getting stolen on my first day of school. That what would be nice to tell my dad!' Robert thought as he locked the door behind him and went over to the Honda and threw his back pack in the back and then jumped into the driver seat.

He turned on the car and pressed the garage opener and drove out of the garage pressing it again to close it.

He drove out of the drive way and started heading over to the school seeing a sign that said 'Welcome to Jackson High' and pulled into the parking lot finding a spot quickly since it was still early and usually no one showed up for school at 6:30 am.

However Robert did take notice that there were some other cars as well in the lot. So at least he wasn't the only who got up early in the school.

He smiled at that thought and turned off the car and reached into the back and grabbed his bag and got out, locking the car until he heard an alert honk to let him know the alarm was active.

He headed towards the school seeing a few other students hanging outside as well and that they noticed him and a few pointed to him and he could hear a couple of them ask, "Is that the new guy?" and others respond with either a maybe or a yep.

He got to the doors and couldn't help but think, 'Well this will prove interesting.'

A/N: Well that's the end of the prologue. Robert's day should prove interesting to say the least. Please review. I'd like to hear your opinion on this!