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Well, here's another chappie, it's a big longer this time.
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"So, when are you going back home?" Bill asked the young vulpine walking next to him. They were on their way to aviations; the best class with the worst teacher.
"I dunno. It's not like I really have to or anything. I mean, my father openly volunteered to be the RA on our floor. And to add to the catastrophe, he took the temporary position to be the aviations teacher. He said it's a way to keep an eye on me. I personally think it's a way to ruin my life." Fox explained, trudging through the cold wet snow. 8-7 inches is the amount of snow that Cornaria City got.
"Oh C'mon Fox, your dad's awesome, and you know it." Bill argued. Fox gave him the look.
"Well, what about your mom?" Bill asked.
"She's at home. Working." Fox said. Vixxi McCloud was a non-profit nurse. James made enough money so that Vixxi didn't have to work. She said that she felt good giving her time with sick people. It was her way of giving back, is what she said.
"Oh. That's cool. I guess. I think I'm going home this weekend. My mom misses me. And I need to get some laundry done."
"You're a class act."
"Yeah well, my real dad wants to spend some quality time with me." Bill said, looking down at the packing snow. He would give anything right now to just throw down his messenger carrier and have a snow fight with Fox right there, but that's not acceptable. Every moment, Bill thrives for his stepfather's approval of him. He still hasn't gotten it. It upset Bill a little to see Fox, perfect in everyway. That was the kind of son his stepfather wanted, a good military son, who didn't have to try hard to become the best. Bill knew that James would be proud of Fox even if he lost his title of valedictorian. Bill would give anything for that kind of relationship. His real dad didn't give two shits about him.
"You're real dad? You haven't seen him for like ever."
"Five years. I don't know why my mom didn't let Greg adopted me when he married my mom." The truth was, Bill was going home to explain his report card and how come he didn't get a higher rank. He ranked 8th out of 249 students. As everyone at school was telling him that that's really good, Bill knew it was unacceptable for Lt. Greg Marcrow; his hard ass stepfather. Fox didn't really care about his report card. Bill longed for the security that Fox knew; he would always be first out of the class. Being next-door neighbors to Fox, Bill knew the perfect life Fox lead.
"I'm happy with my one set of parents." Fox said, laughing. There it is again, Fox's perfect life." Bill thought. He looked at Fox, and forced a smile on his face. James and Vixxi McCloud were the most involved couple. They were always going to party's together, always all over each other. They both adored Fox more than anything in their lives. They openly admitted to it. Bill remembers when Fox and him were 12. At school, during passing periods, Fox was kidnapped. He'll never forget. James went absolutely insane; knowing it was his being that was the reason for his son's abduction. It was 3 months later that they received a ransom note. By then, everyone assumed him dead. Everyone except James. Vixxi even lost faith because of the depression she fell in. The ransom note asked for an unthinkable price. James didn't waste a second to get the money. About a month later, James dropped the money. About a week later, the police found the kidnappers and shot them to death. Sure enough, they also found the money and Fox. Fox was in a horrible state. Bill never got enough courage and guts to ask Fox what had happened during that time.
"Yeah whatever." Bill replied.
The two turned into the large room of cadets. They all wore the dark blue uniforms. The class was composed of approximately 45 cadets. All the students were, for the most part, the same age. As most of them knew each other from when they entered the academy at 10 years old, it was all familiar faces.
Fox glanced around the room, searching for Falco and Slippy. He found the avian and reptile in the back, Slippys' laptop open.
"Hey man, where'd you go last night?" Fox asked the avian, a previous gang member, also his roommate.
"Man, Fox, you were shit faced. I spent the night at Katts'." Falco replied.
"I heard my name." Katt said, whom sat in front of Fox. A young, attractive, female vulpine at her side.
"Don't worry sweetie." Falco said, planting a kiss on her lips.
"Hey Fara, that can be us." Fox said, to the female fox. She didn't even look up from her laptop. Fox had had a crush on her since he was 14; since he laid his eyes on her. She had a rule though, she didn't date pilots like herself. She said it's just something she doesn't do.
"I'd rather die a thousand deaths than swap spit with you McCloud." She replied.
"Ouch, gosh that hurts. I love it when you play hard to get." Fox said, smiling stupidly. Fara let out a sigh and looked up at the male fox in disgust.
"Spare me Fox. It's it hatred, not hard to get." She said, glaring at Fox.
"You know you want me."
"I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby." She said, rolling her eyes and turning around. She returned back to her laptop.
"Hey Slip, what're you doing?" Bill asked the reptile typing furiously at his computer resting on his lap. His eyes were concentrating hard on the screen.
"Well, my curiosity got the best of me about a fortnight ago. I was inquisitive of how strong and backed up our Federal Currency Bureaucracy is." Slippy said, his face not showing any emotion. He kept his eyes on the screen. Falco, who was bored with the previous conversations, took a turn of interest. He got up in surprise.
"Slippy, are you hacking?" Falco anxiously asked.
"Well . . ." Slippy couldn't find the words. He didn't know what to answer. Falco frantically wrote a long number on a scrap paper. Fox and Bill sat quiet in unison. Neither knew what to say. Katt and Fara were now intently listening.
"Whoa . . . well good for you then . . ." Fox said, in disbelief. Falco handed Slippy the paper with chicken scratch on it.
"Ok Slip, that's my bank account, could you just deposit-" Falco started. He was cut off by the laptop being slammed from behind.
"Hello Class, sorry I'm a bit late." James McCloud said, standing behind the group of friends, hand on laptop. He knelt down to Slippy and Fox.
"Boys, I suggest you do that sort of thing on your own time. Fox, I don't want to have to bail you out at 16." James said, and started to walk away.
"Dad!" Fox yelled at the older fox. Fox wanted to bring something very important up to his father. . James turned.
"What is it?"
"You know, I've had my permit for a while now. I have my blue slip too. Can we please go to the DMV?" Fox pleaded. He already knew the answer though.
"Fox, I'm not discussing this here. And, you know the rule." His father said. Fox knew the rule all right. To in order for Fox to get his license, he needed to have his permit for 6 solid months. It had only been 5.
"But-"
"No Fox. I let you slide with a lot of things, but not this. Now go take your seat."
"Yes sir." Fox said and turned away. By now, all the cadets were ready for class. Open laptops decorated the room. Every student at the academy was required to bring a laptop, if your family couldn't afford a laptop, the academy would provide one with a low price.
Fox resided next to Bill. He grabbed his laptop from the messenger carrier all cadets carry around with them. Glancing around the room, he saw the many different kinds of laptops. Katts, of course, was pink and bubbly to math her bubble personality. He still remembers her telling them about her "beautiful" computer.
"Oh my god! You'll never guess what I got last night. I'll tell you, a new, pink apple laptop!" The 13-year-old feline said, excitement leaking out of ever word.
"Whoa, good for you. And when you break it 'cause you don't know how to use it-" Bill started.
"Hey, I won't break it." Katt rebuttled, insulted as well.
"Yeah right Katt. You don't know the difference between the hard drive and a modem." Falco said, laughing.
Fox couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt inside as he watched the happy and excited Katt walk away in hurt. She just wanted to share her excitement that was all. Fox, only 13 at the time, left the laughing group of boys and ran up Katt. Evidence of hurt still lingered in her eyes.
"Hey Katt." Fox said very boisterous.
"What is it Fox?" The upset cat replied monotone.
"I was wondering if you'd show me your new laptop. I'm looking for one myself and was thinking about an apple." Fox lied. He wasn't looking, but he would say anything to cheer a friend up. In the distance, a group of boys watched fixed on the conversation. Falco watched in disgust, as Fox got closer with his crush. Katts' ears perked up in an instant. A huge grin replaced the frown. Fox could swear she pulled out her laptop faster than a raccoon on a coon chase. She just started talking on and on, all happy again. Fox barely heard a word, her voice was so happy. Ever since, him and Katt have been on good terms with each other.
Fox watched as Katt typed furiously, unaware of the fox's stare. Fox looked at Slippys high tech custom made laptop. Fox remembers that well. Slippy was up all night at it, making the biggest, fastest, and greatest laptop. Slippy was about 14 at the time. Fox still wonders why Slip came to the academy. He had a future in technology, not military technology.
Falco typed slowly at a nice, black, sleek laptop. Fox will never forget how he got it.
"My dad got the tuition fee to the academy this year, he went insane. '60,000 credits!'" Fara mocked her father. She was 14 years old. Being a new student, she came from a different military school.
"Well, there's always financial aid. That's what we're using." Katt offered, no looking ashamed. Her parents were military chemists. Although they were very well off, 60,000 credits a year is a lot to swing.
"We have a loan out." Bill said. Fox remained quiet. He despised money conversations.
"My family, I guess you can call 'em, has a loan and financial aid. I'm paying a lot of it." Falco exclaimed, looking down. Falco was an odd one. While Fox, Bill, Katt, and Fara all lived in a gated community, Falco didn't even have a community. He barely had a family. Whore for a mother and alcoholic for a father. Fox always felt horrible.
"How 'bout you Fox?" Fara asked. Any other question, Fox would have loved answering her.
"I dunno." Fox answered. He absolutely hated the money issues.
"Stop being so modest Fox." Bill stated.
"What do you mean?" Fara asked.
"Fox pays his tuition fees every year in full. I guess his dad just hands administration a check." Bill replied, smiling. Fox wanted anything more to hit him. He hated knowing how "fortunate" his family was. Falco just stared hard into Fox.
"You're kidding?" Fara pressed.
"Uh. No." Fox said, in a low voice. "How much money does your dad get a year?!" She asked.
"It's commission."
"Take a guess"
"Probably around 1,500,000 credits." Fox replied. Falcos' stare didn't shift.
"Holy shit!" Fara exclaimed. The bell went off. Fox was saved. As everyone started to file out, Falco lingered.
"What's the matter Falco?" Fox asked, sensing something bad due to Falco indirect stare.
"I don't meet the requirements to stay in here." Falco replied, jumping out of his trance.
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't have a laptop."
"Use the schools."
"You still have to pay, just not as much. I can't afford it." Falco said, looking ashamed. Fox knew his options.
"Don't worry about it Falco." Fox started. "Come see me in the morning."
Falco nodded. That night, he asked his father to buy Falco a laptop. His father agreed, under the circumstances. The next morning, Falco was surprised by a new laptop. He refused at first, but finally gave into temptations. Falco actually hugged Fox. They've been close every since, Falco acting as a big brother. He was one-year Fox's senior.
Falco continued to type, inattentive to any disturbances. Bill sat with his "All Cornarian" dell. Bill went through about four computers per year. He was always trying to do things he could never do. Fara had an apple clamshell; color tangerine. She had it ever since her first day at the academy. Fox turned to his laptop. His father bought it for him for Christmas. It was an HP. He really didn't care, a laptops a laptop. He started it up.
"Ok, basically we're just going to do some reading and questions today. Click to page 256 in your textbooks. I want everyone to read it. When everyone's finished, I'll ask some question." James said, sitting down at the teachers' computer. Fox could tell he was really enjoying being the teacher. The textbooks were online, along everything else. No one ever wrote anything out on paper.
James remembers when he was a student at the academy. He was just like Fox. Graduated at the top of his class. The only difference was he had to try for his grades. For Fox, it all came naturally. James still wonders how he does it. Fox would not take a single note during class, but ace all the tests. Last year, James had Fox moved up a grade, to see if he liked it. Just as they expected, he became first out of that class as well. The problem was that he friends weren't in his grade, so he became very lonely and even started to get into a lot of trouble. Vixxi found it unfair to Fox, so she had him moved back to his normal grade.
As James watched Fox lay his head down on his desk, he had to wonder why he doesn't he attempt to pretend to work. When Fox was learning to read, James had him read the arwing manuals to James, along with many other military related manuals. James assumes that's where Fox learned it all. As James was extremely proud of him, he knew that he couldn't honestly let him sleep through class.
As everyone was done with the reading, the looked up, bored. "Is everyone done?" James asked. Glancing at everyone, he saw them all looking up except for the sleeping Fox. Bill started to probe Fox, attempting to wake him up.
"Ok, now everyone click to the questions." James said. He started asking questions away, calling on random people who didn't volunteer. Finally, James got a question and called on Fox. Fox, whom was sleeping away, remained dormant.
"Uh, Fox?" Bill whispered, trying to wake him up as James walked over to him.
"Don't worry Bill, I'll wake him up." James replied, striding over and stopping in front of Fox's desk. Everyone's eyes were on them.
James, very roughly, kicked the bottom of the desk hard, right underneath where Fox's head rest. Fox jumped up, started by the sudden loud sound. James cruelly grinned at the fluttered fox.
"W-what happened?" Fox asked. James turned around, walking the front of the class.
"Fox, I don't appreciate you taking naps in my class. Now, do you think you can answer number 32?" James said, looking at his son. Fox looked at Bills computer, to see what question it was. Fox, starting to lay his head back down, answered the question correctly. His head resided back to the napping position.
As the bell rang, James called over to Fox before he left out the door with his friends. They all kind of stopped in the doorway, waiting for further instructions of what to do. As Fox ambled over to James, he turned to his friends.
"I'll meet you guys back in the room." Fox addressed the order. As the group left, he walked over to James.
"What is it?" Fox asked. He leaned against the desk, showing boredom.
"Fox, could you please at least try to stay awake in my class." James asked, he just didn't understand Fox sometimes.
"I try, I really do. Is this what its about?" Fox asked. Before James could answer, someone entered the room. The rabbit waddled over to James.
"Oh, hello Fox." Peppy said. "Just got done with class?"
Fox looked from James to Peppy, then back to James. "Yeah." Fox said, not taking his eyes off of James. Fox already knew what James was going to tell him. Fox grabbed his carrier and started to walk away.
"Hold on Peppy." James said to the rodent. "Fox!" He called after him.
Fox contemplated whether or not to turn. The young vulpine was beyond pissed. How can he do this? Right before Christmas!? Fox thought. His good side got the best of him. He turned around, 'pissed' written all over his face.
"What?" He responded. Anger was obviously there. James walked over to Fox.
"Fox please. I'm really sorry. It's just that, General Pepper really needs our help and-" James started.
"He can call someone else. A different mercenary." Fox interrupted, starting to plead.
"Fox, I'm so sorry. Don't worry; I'll be back in about two month. Sometime around February 19th." James said looking down into the hurtful eyes of his sons.
"You promised." Fox whispered, and walked out of the room
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Well, here's another chappie, it's a big longer this time.
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"So, when are you going back home?" Bill asked the young vulpine walking next to him. They were on their way to aviations; the best class with the worst teacher.
"I dunno. It's not like I really have to or anything. I mean, my father openly volunteered to be the RA on our floor. And to add to the catastrophe, he took the temporary position to be the aviations teacher. He said it's a way to keep an eye on me. I personally think it's a way to ruin my life." Fox explained, trudging through the cold wet snow. 8-7 inches is the amount of snow that Cornaria City got.
"Oh C'mon Fox, your dad's awesome, and you know it." Bill argued. Fox gave him the look.
"Well, what about your mom?" Bill asked.
"She's at home. Working." Fox said. Vixxi McCloud was a non-profit nurse. James made enough money so that Vixxi didn't have to work. She said that she felt good giving her time with sick people. It was her way of giving back, is what she said.
"Oh. That's cool. I guess. I think I'm going home this weekend. My mom misses me. And I need to get some laundry done."
"You're a class act."
"Yeah well, my real dad wants to spend some quality time with me." Bill said, looking down at the packing snow. He would give anything right now to just throw down his messenger carrier and have a snow fight with Fox right there, but that's not acceptable. Every moment, Bill thrives for his stepfather's approval of him. He still hasn't gotten it. It upset Bill a little to see Fox, perfect in everyway. That was the kind of son his stepfather wanted, a good military son, who didn't have to try hard to become the best. Bill knew that James would be proud of Fox even if he lost his title of valedictorian. Bill would give anything for that kind of relationship. His real dad didn't give two shits about him.
"You're real dad? You haven't seen him for like ever."
"Five years. I don't know why my mom didn't let Greg adopted me when he married my mom." The truth was, Bill was going home to explain his report card and how come he didn't get a higher rank. He ranked 8th out of 249 students. As everyone at school was telling him that that's really good, Bill knew it was unacceptable for Lt. Greg Marcrow; his hard ass stepfather. Fox didn't really care about his report card. Bill longed for the security that Fox knew; he would always be first out of the class. Being next-door neighbors to Fox, Bill knew the perfect life Fox lead.
"I'm happy with my one set of parents." Fox said, laughing. There it is again, Fox's perfect life." Bill thought. He looked at Fox, and forced a smile on his face. James and Vixxi McCloud were the most involved couple. They were always going to party's together, always all over each other. They both adored Fox more than anything in their lives. They openly admitted to it. Bill remembers when Fox and him were 12. At school, during passing periods, Fox was kidnapped. He'll never forget. James went absolutely insane; knowing it was his being that was the reason for his son's abduction. It was 3 months later that they received a ransom note. By then, everyone assumed him dead. Everyone except James. Vixxi even lost faith because of the depression she fell in. The ransom note asked for an unthinkable price. James didn't waste a second to get the money. About a month later, James dropped the money. About a week later, the police found the kidnappers and shot them to death. Sure enough, they also found the money and Fox. Fox was in a horrible state. Bill never got enough courage and guts to ask Fox what had happened during that time.
"Yeah whatever." Bill replied.
The two turned into the large room of cadets. They all wore the dark blue uniforms. The class was composed of approximately 45 cadets. All the students were, for the most part, the same age. As most of them knew each other from when they entered the academy at 10 years old, it was all familiar faces.
Fox glanced around the room, searching for Falco and Slippy. He found the avian and reptile in the back, Slippys' laptop open.
"Hey man, where'd you go last night?" Fox asked the avian, a previous gang member, also his roommate.
"Man, Fox, you were shit faced. I spent the night at Katts'." Falco replied.
"I heard my name." Katt said, whom sat in front of Fox. A young, attractive, female vulpine at her side.
"Don't worry sweetie." Falco said, planting a kiss on her lips.
"Hey Fara, that can be us." Fox said, to the female fox. She didn't even look up from her laptop. Fox had had a crush on her since he was 14; since he laid his eyes on her. She had a rule though, she didn't date pilots like herself. She said it's just something she doesn't do.
"I'd rather die a thousand deaths than swap spit with you McCloud." She replied.
"Ouch, gosh that hurts. I love it when you play hard to get." Fox said, smiling stupidly. Fara let out a sigh and looked up at the male fox in disgust.
"Spare me Fox. It's it hatred, not hard to get." She said, glaring at Fox.
"You know you want me."
"I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby." She said, rolling her eyes and turning around. She returned back to her laptop.
"Hey Slip, what're you doing?" Bill asked the reptile typing furiously at his computer resting on his lap. His eyes were concentrating hard on the screen.
"Well, my curiosity got the best of me about a fortnight ago. I was inquisitive of how strong and backed up our Federal Currency Bureaucracy is." Slippy said, his face not showing any emotion. He kept his eyes on the screen. Falco, who was bored with the previous conversations, took a turn of interest. He got up in surprise.
"Slippy, are you hacking?" Falco anxiously asked.
"Well . . ." Slippy couldn't find the words. He didn't know what to answer. Falco frantically wrote a long number on a scrap paper. Fox and Bill sat quiet in unison. Neither knew what to say. Katt and Fara were now intently listening.
"Whoa . . . well good for you then . . ." Fox said, in disbelief. Falco handed Slippy the paper with chicken scratch on it.
"Ok Slip, that's my bank account, could you just deposit-" Falco started. He was cut off by the laptop being slammed from behind.
"Hello Class, sorry I'm a bit late." James McCloud said, standing behind the group of friends, hand on laptop. He knelt down to Slippy and Fox.
"Boys, I suggest you do that sort of thing on your own time. Fox, I don't want to have to bail you out at 16." James said, and started to walk away.
"Dad!" Fox yelled at the older fox. Fox wanted to bring something very important up to his father. . James turned.
"What is it?"
"You know, I've had my permit for a while now. I have my blue slip too. Can we please go to the DMV?" Fox pleaded. He already knew the answer though.
"Fox, I'm not discussing this here. And, you know the rule." His father said. Fox knew the rule all right. To in order for Fox to get his license, he needed to have his permit for 6 solid months. It had only been 5.
"But-"
"No Fox. I let you slide with a lot of things, but not this. Now go take your seat."
"Yes sir." Fox said and turned away. By now, all the cadets were ready for class. Open laptops decorated the room. Every student at the academy was required to bring a laptop, if your family couldn't afford a laptop, the academy would provide one with a low price.
Fox resided next to Bill. He grabbed his laptop from the messenger carrier all cadets carry around with them. Glancing around the room, he saw the many different kinds of laptops. Katts, of course, was pink and bubbly to math her bubble personality. He still remembers her telling them about her "beautiful" computer.
"Oh my god! You'll never guess what I got last night. I'll tell you, a new, pink apple laptop!" The 13-year-old feline said, excitement leaking out of ever word.
"Whoa, good for you. And when you break it 'cause you don't know how to use it-" Bill started.
"Hey, I won't break it." Katt rebuttled, insulted as well.
"Yeah right Katt. You don't know the difference between the hard drive and a modem." Falco said, laughing.
Fox couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt inside as he watched the happy and excited Katt walk away in hurt. She just wanted to share her excitement that was all. Fox, only 13 at the time, left the laughing group of boys and ran up Katt. Evidence of hurt still lingered in her eyes.
"Hey Katt." Fox said very boisterous.
"What is it Fox?" The upset cat replied monotone.
"I was wondering if you'd show me your new laptop. I'm looking for one myself and was thinking about an apple." Fox lied. He wasn't looking, but he would say anything to cheer a friend up. In the distance, a group of boys watched fixed on the conversation. Falco watched in disgust, as Fox got closer with his crush. Katts' ears perked up in an instant. A huge grin replaced the frown. Fox could swear she pulled out her laptop faster than a raccoon on a coon chase. She just started talking on and on, all happy again. Fox barely heard a word, her voice was so happy. Ever since, him and Katt have been on good terms with each other.
Fox watched as Katt typed furiously, unaware of the fox's stare. Fox looked at Slippys high tech custom made laptop. Fox remembers that well. Slippy was up all night at it, making the biggest, fastest, and greatest laptop. Slippy was about 14 at the time. Fox still wonders why Slip came to the academy. He had a future in technology, not military technology.
Falco typed slowly at a nice, black, sleek laptop. Fox will never forget how he got it.
"My dad got the tuition fee to the academy this year, he went insane. '60,000 credits!'" Fara mocked her father. She was 14 years old. Being a new student, she came from a different military school.
"Well, there's always financial aid. That's what we're using." Katt offered, no looking ashamed. Her parents were military chemists. Although they were very well off, 60,000 credits a year is a lot to swing.
"We have a loan out." Bill said. Fox remained quiet. He despised money conversations.
"My family, I guess you can call 'em, has a loan and financial aid. I'm paying a lot of it." Falco exclaimed, looking down. Falco was an odd one. While Fox, Bill, Katt, and Fara all lived in a gated community, Falco didn't even have a community. He barely had a family. Whore for a mother and alcoholic for a father. Fox always felt horrible.
"How 'bout you Fox?" Fara asked. Any other question, Fox would have loved answering her.
"I dunno." Fox answered. He absolutely hated the money issues.
"Stop being so modest Fox." Bill stated.
"What do you mean?" Fara asked.
"Fox pays his tuition fees every year in full. I guess his dad just hands administration a check." Bill replied, smiling. Fox wanted anything more to hit him. He hated knowing how "fortunate" his family was. Falco just stared hard into Fox.
"You're kidding?" Fara pressed.
"Uh. No." Fox said, in a low voice. "How much money does your dad get a year?!" She asked.
"It's commission."
"Take a guess"
"Probably around 1,500,000 credits." Fox replied. Falcos' stare didn't shift.
"Holy shit!" Fara exclaimed. The bell went off. Fox was saved. As everyone started to file out, Falco lingered.
"What's the matter Falco?" Fox asked, sensing something bad due to Falco indirect stare.
"I don't meet the requirements to stay in here." Falco replied, jumping out of his trance.
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't have a laptop."
"Use the schools."
"You still have to pay, just not as much. I can't afford it." Falco said, looking ashamed. Fox knew his options.
"Don't worry about it Falco." Fox started. "Come see me in the morning."
Falco nodded. That night, he asked his father to buy Falco a laptop. His father agreed, under the circumstances. The next morning, Falco was surprised by a new laptop. He refused at first, but finally gave into temptations. Falco actually hugged Fox. They've been close every since, Falco acting as a big brother. He was one-year Fox's senior.
Falco continued to type, inattentive to any disturbances. Bill sat with his "All Cornarian" dell. Bill went through about four computers per year. He was always trying to do things he could never do. Fara had an apple clamshell; color tangerine. She had it ever since her first day at the academy. Fox turned to his laptop. His father bought it for him for Christmas. It was an HP. He really didn't care, a laptops a laptop. He started it up.
"Ok, basically we're just going to do some reading and questions today. Click to page 256 in your textbooks. I want everyone to read it. When everyone's finished, I'll ask some question." James said, sitting down at the teachers' computer. Fox could tell he was really enjoying being the teacher. The textbooks were online, along everything else. No one ever wrote anything out on paper.
James remembers when he was a student at the academy. He was just like Fox. Graduated at the top of his class. The only difference was he had to try for his grades. For Fox, it all came naturally. James still wonders how he does it. Fox would not take a single note during class, but ace all the tests. Last year, James had Fox moved up a grade, to see if he liked it. Just as they expected, he became first out of that class as well. The problem was that he friends weren't in his grade, so he became very lonely and even started to get into a lot of trouble. Vixxi found it unfair to Fox, so she had him moved back to his normal grade.
As James watched Fox lay his head down on his desk, he had to wonder why he doesn't he attempt to pretend to work. When Fox was learning to read, James had him read the arwing manuals to James, along with many other military related manuals. James assumes that's where Fox learned it all. As James was extremely proud of him, he knew that he couldn't honestly let him sleep through class.
As everyone was done with the reading, the looked up, bored. "Is everyone done?" James asked. Glancing at everyone, he saw them all looking up except for the sleeping Fox. Bill started to probe Fox, attempting to wake him up.
"Ok, now everyone click to the questions." James said. He started asking questions away, calling on random people who didn't volunteer. Finally, James got a question and called on Fox. Fox, whom was sleeping away, remained dormant.
"Uh, Fox?" Bill whispered, trying to wake him up as James walked over to him.
"Don't worry Bill, I'll wake him up." James replied, striding over and stopping in front of Fox's desk. Everyone's eyes were on them.
James, very roughly, kicked the bottom of the desk hard, right underneath where Fox's head rest. Fox jumped up, started by the sudden loud sound. James cruelly grinned at the fluttered fox.
"W-what happened?" Fox asked. James turned around, walking the front of the class.
"Fox, I don't appreciate you taking naps in my class. Now, do you think you can answer number 32?" James said, looking at his son. Fox looked at Bills computer, to see what question it was. Fox, starting to lay his head back down, answered the question correctly. His head resided back to the napping position.
As the bell rang, James called over to Fox before he left out the door with his friends. They all kind of stopped in the doorway, waiting for further instructions of what to do. As Fox ambled over to James, he turned to his friends.
"I'll meet you guys back in the room." Fox addressed the order. As the group left, he walked over to James.
"What is it?" Fox asked. He leaned against the desk, showing boredom.
"Fox, could you please at least try to stay awake in my class." James asked, he just didn't understand Fox sometimes.
"I try, I really do. Is this what its about?" Fox asked. Before James could answer, someone entered the room. The rabbit waddled over to James.
"Oh, hello Fox." Peppy said. "Just got done with class?"
Fox looked from James to Peppy, then back to James. "Yeah." Fox said, not taking his eyes off of James. Fox already knew what James was going to tell him. Fox grabbed his carrier and started to walk away.
"Hold on Peppy." James said to the rodent. "Fox!" He called after him.
Fox contemplated whether or not to turn. The young vulpine was beyond pissed. How can he do this? Right before Christmas!? Fox thought. His good side got the best of him. He turned around, 'pissed' written all over his face.
"What?" He responded. Anger was obviously there. James walked over to Fox.
"Fox please. I'm really sorry. It's just that, General Pepper really needs our help and-" James started.
"He can call someone else. A different mercenary." Fox interrupted, starting to plead.
"Fox, I'm so sorry. Don't worry; I'll be back in about two month. Sometime around February 19th." James said looking down into the hurtful eyes of his sons.
"You promised." Fox whispered, and walked out of the room
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