I'M BACK! Sorry for the over 2 month wait. School has been killing me. Junior year is much harder than sophomore year. Hopefully I can post a little faster, but I can't promise anything. So here's chapter 11 guys! This wasn't supposed to be two parts, but it was going to run too long. So here's part 1.

"So, what's your next hour," I asked after the dreaded bell rang, dismissing everybody to go to the next class.

"History," Jordan answered, "Spear is an awesome teacher. He's also our football coach, you'll like him." I don't think Jordan knows wolf instincts. Seeing someone who could pose a threat, a dominance challenge happens, just like what happened with Nick.

We left the room. I said goodbye to Mrs. Masters, who was standing at the door. She returned the favor, then went back to greeting other students.

The hallway was loud. With hundreds of kids talking at once, it can be pretty loud. It's a good thing these kind of noises don't bother my ears, but it was loud enough that I could barely hear Jordan.

"I got to go to my locker first to grab my textbook," Jordan explained.

"Okay," I replied.

I followed Jordan down the hall. I noticed there was a big gap between me and the other students; I guess they were scared.

"Wow," Jordan said, "with you around, it's easy to move around in the halls. You're like a people plow," he joked.

I chuckled a little. He's right, nobody dared to come near me. It saddened me a little, but I understand, I was like that when I first met Jordan and his family: I was scared of them, now I'm the scary one.

"Jordan wait!" I heard someone calling. I almost didn't hear her voice in the crowd. Jordan looked behind me, I guess he heard it too, with all of his years in school, he must be used to crowds. I turned back to see it was Sam calling, pushing through a bunch of people. She finally got through the crowd and into our "bubble".
"Don't forget we have next class together, silly," she pointed out to Jordan.

"Oh yeah. I got to go grab my textbook from my locker," Jordan replied.

"Okay, I'll come with you guys," she looked up to me, "hi Luke, again" she giggled.

"Hi," I greeted, "so you have history class with Jordan?"

"Yep," she answered, "Mr. Spear is the best!"

"So I've heard," I said.

We got to Jordan's locker and he grabbed his textbook and put it in between his arms. After that, we went to the East Hall. Jordan said this mainly has social studies classes in it.

"You ready to meet another teacher, Luke?" Jordan asked.

"Er...I guess so," I said unsure. I'd prefer not giving another person a near heart attack.

"Oh come on," Sam encouraged, "you're just a giant fluff ball. You'll do fine."

I looked down at her, "I'm more than just a fluff ball, trust me."

"I'm just messing with you," she pushed my arm; I didn't budge, "Wow, you're pretty strong," she pointed out.

"Out of the seven other anthros I've met," I started, "I'm the third weakest; that is until the weight factor comes in, I'm the heaviest anthro I know."

"Come on," Jordan said, "let's not be late for class by standing next to the door."

"Good plan," Sam joked.

I looked in the door to see a tall, strong man with black hair and blue eyes sitting at a desk. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt and jeans. He was definitely the school football coach. I stood there and stared at him, he was intimidating, yet he also had a calming aura to him.

"Come on," Jordan said, pulling my wrist. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I could feel a growl growing in my throat; I fought it off before it was audible. "Good morning, Mr. Spear," Jordan greeted.

Mr. Spear turned and looked straight into my eyes with his deep blue eyes. His face was stern and serious. The growl started coming back, but it soon diminished. Mr. Spear smiled a warm smile, "Hello," he greeted; he sounded as young as he looked, "you must be this Luke I heard about from Alan," he put his hand out for a shake, "John Spears: U.S. history teacher and football coach." I shook his hand. He seemed like a nice guy.

"Jordan," Spear said, "you may take off his leash. He won't be a problem," he declared. Jordan took off the leash and handed it to the teacher, who tossed it onto his desk. "We don't really have any available seats…" he pointed out. I looked to the desks to see a lot of kids. Some had wide eyes and others were looking at their desk. I saw Sam waving at me, giving me a thumbs up. "You can sit at my desk," Mr. Spear told me. I was about to say something, but the bell went off. I covered my ears at the dreadful noise. "Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" he asked.

I nodded nervously. If I learned anything about myself today, it would be that I'm not good with speaking in front of crowds. I walked to the front of the room and looked at everybody. I put my hands in my pockets and started my introduction, "Uh, hi. I'm Luke Wolfe. I'm an anthropomorphic wolf." It was silent for a few moments. I didn't know what to say, "Any questions?" I asked. This way I will tell them what they want to know.

I few kids raised their hand, I pointed at one of them. "How old are you?" he asked.

"I'm fifteen," I answered, "My birthday is in May. Next."

The next person was a girl in the second row, "Have you ever killed and/or eaten a human before?"

I was taken aback at the question. Why would I eat a human? KIll? That might happen with the job I'm going into. "Of course not. I have morals. I eat caribou back at home, now I'm trying new things. I would never eat a human." I was honestly offended by the question. I took a deep breath, "Any other questions?" I asked calmly.

"Are you home schooled?" a kid in the back asked.

"Yes," I answered, "but from what I saw in english class, I learned a lot more than you guys have so far." A few kids looked surprised and others laughed that I said that. The truth hurts. "Anyone else?"

"We can take one more question," Mr. Spear said, "then we must get back to class."

A girl in the front of the room raised her hand, I pointed at her, letting her speak, "Are your senses strong like a wolf's."

"Yes," I answered, "I can hear, smell, and see like a wolf, but I'm not colorblind," I explained.

"Okay," Spear said, "you can take a seat now, Luke."

I walked back to the teacher's desk, the smell of coffee here was strong. He must like coffee, I thought to myself.

"Okay," he started off, "let's continue off where we were yesterday. Pull out your review sheets, get with a partner and start studying." I heard a few groans from the children; it was rather entertaining really. They started pairing up; Jordan paired up with Sam.

The sound in the room grew as more pairs were formed, I could hear names of different states being said. I looked behind me to see that Spear was there, "What are they studying?" I asked him.

"They are memorizing the fifty states," he explained, "you probably know them all."

"I was born in Canada," was all I said.

"Oh." We were silent. "I wanted to apologise about the question Kimmy said. It wasn't appropriate."

I sighed, "It's okay, if that is the way that will make people not fear me, then so be it," I explained.

"So I hear you came to this school as a science experiment," he started, "what's the experiment?"

"Human interactions with people near my age," I told him, "most of it is negative so far, but it's only the second hour," I said, trying to stay positive.

"I like your positivity," he complimented, "Hey, I was wondering, would you like to be our mascot for our football game on friday. When I heard an anthropomorphic wolf was coming to our school, I thought it was perfect if we had a real mascot. We are up against North Fermont High School and they are heavy hitters. They are undefeated right now, and we need motivation. What do you think?"

"I think I have no idea what you just said," I said, clueless on what he said. I don't know anything about sports, "I know what a mascot is," I explained, "but my knowledge on sports is small."

"Okay," he replied, "all I'm asking is if you can go to the football game and be our mascot. You don't have to do much, just walk around and motivate the students and players. Simple enough."

Sounds like fun, kind of, "I'll think about it," I said.

"Good," he said.

We talked for the rest of class. I learned he had a wife and three kids: two sons and a daughter. I also learned more about the football team and the school. Apparently, Nick is the football team leader. Of course he was, I should've expected that.

I noticed everybody started packing up; class was ending soon. "Alright," Mr. Spear said, "have a good day everyone. The test is tomorrow, don't forget."

Jordan pulled the straps over his shoulders and walked up to me and Spear. Spear handed Jordan the leash and he put it on. My ears flattened; I hate the leash. It pulls on my neck if I go too far and it's humiliating.

"I hope to see you again, Luke," Spear said. We were about to line up, but he stopped us, "Oh, one more thing Luke," I turned around to see him holding earplugs, "these might work somewhat on the bells."

"Thanks," I thanked him. I put them on. We waited for the bell. It seems like the last minute is the longest. Finally, the bell rang. I braced for ear pain, but there was little to be felt in the first place. The earplugs worked! I exited the door with my tail wagging.

Jordan, Sam and I were out in the hallway. With these earplugs on, I felt like I had human hearing, not the sensitive wolf hearing. That's interesting, I thought to myself.

"Bye, fluffy buddy," Sam said, hugging me.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"Art class. You have to go to math with Jordan," she said as she joined the crowd of kids. It's amazing how many kids there are in this school. At least the hallways are orderly. "I'll see you in fifth hour!" I heard her call.

"You ready to go?" Jordan asked me.

"Of course," I replied.

"Then let's go," he said. I followed him down the hall.

The halls was more crowded than when we were on our way to history class. I think people are warming up to me, or they at least know that I'm not a danger. Either way, I'm glad I'm not the complete center of attention anymore. We headed to the west wing, where the math classes were. We didn't talk the whole way there; it wasn't a long trip.

The door was cover with a bunch of colorful shapes; this must be geometry. Jordan walked in without hesitation, I decided to follow.

I entered the room to see a large desk with two stacks of papers on it. Sitting on the chair was a middle-aged man. He was overweight and had a brown beard that was trimmed short.

"Good morning Jordan," he greeted with a relaxed tone. His voice was slightly husky; his voice matched his appearance, "I see your friend came," he stated. He got up off his chair. He wasn't that tall, shorter than me. He put his hand out, "I'm Daniel Harding. It's a pleasure to meet you he said. I'm the geometry teacher," he told me.

"Hi," I greeted, "I'm Luke Wolfe. It's nice to meet you."

Another student walked in the room, "Good morning Devin," he greeted. I looked behind me, it was the same kid from english class. Mr. Harding turned to me and Jordan, "You can pick up your packets. They are right here," he said pointing to the two stacks of papers.

"Okay," Jordan said as he picked them up.

I followed him once he started heading towards his desk, "You can pick them up too, Luke," he said. I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked back to him, "All students and guests must pick up the packet. You are a student for the week, so I will put you to work," he said.

I sighed, walked up to the desk, and grabbed both packets, "Thank you," he thanked. I nodded back.

I sat back down next to Jordan. I looked at the packet; I had no idea what any of this was. Back at home, I learned basic math that I would use at home, but not this. As I was looking at the packet, I felt someone tapping my shoulder.

I turned around to see a girl looking at me. I could smell all of the makeup and perfume she was wearing; it was just bearable. "Hi," I said politely.

"What are you," she said in a rude manner, but I could sense some genuine curiosity under all of that makeup. She must be one of the cool kids in this school.

"I'm an anthro wolf," I explained, "half human and half wolf."

"So you're all furry everywhere?" she asked.

"Yep," I answered.

It looked like she was going to say something else, but the bell rang. I still had my earplugs on, so it sounded fine; it still was annoying, but at least my ears didn't explode. After the bell, Mr. Harding went straight into the lesson.

Turns out, after some explanation, this stuff was easy. Mr. Harding is a great teacher, he helped the class on an individual level. If anyone needed help, he would help. Jordan told me that this was the easiest lesson this year. It was so easy, that the entire class finished it with twenty minutes to spare.

"Alright class," Mr. Harding started, "since we have so much time left, why don't we have our guest introduce himself."

I looked around, everybody in the class was looking at me. I sunk into my chair a little. Still not good with crowds.

I knew I had to do this. I wasn't being forced, but I felt like like I had to do this. I got up and walked to the front of the room and turned to see all eyes on me still. "Hi," I said nervously, "my name is Luke Wolfe, and I'm an anthropomorphic wolf. I'm fifteen and I live with Jordan for now. I came here as an experiment to see human and anthro interactions," I explained. It was silent for a few moments, "any questions?" I asked. I'm just going with the same strategy I did last hour.

No one raised their hand at first, so I continued, "You can ask me anything," I stated, "Last class asked me if I have ever killed a human before, which the answer is no. So any question you want to ask me, just ask."

A few kids raised their hand after that. I pointed to one in the back, "If you're part wolf," he started, "do you shed like a dog?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered, "mainly before winter and after winter. I have a summer coat and a winter coat," I explained, "next."

I pointed to the girl who was sitting behind me when I was doing math, "Do you have fur everywhere?" she asked again. Why did she ask again? Maybe she wanted to have the whole class to hear.

"Yes, I do," I answered.

"Everywhere?" she asked, stretching out the word. The whole class started laughing. There was only a few of them who didn't laugh, like Jordan. I heard Mr. Harding sigh behind me. I honestly didn't get what was so funny.

"Yes," I replied, "Any more questions?" I asked.

One girl raised their hand. She looked like she had on a lot of makeup. I pointed at her, "So, do you use makeup or anything? How do you groom your fur?"

I had to think about that one. I don't do much to my fur or looks, "I don't do anything to my fur. This," I addressed my whole body, "is all natural. I do take baths and showers. My mom and sister both use a brush to groom their fur. But all males I've met, just don't do anything. Us anthros don't need much maintenance; the girls are just being fussy," I explained.

She thanked me, after that, a few more kids raised their hand, "How much do you weigh?" a kid in the back asked. Isn't that a little personal?

"Uh…" I hesitated. I decided that I will only see these people for a week, so it won't hurt to say, "Oh...I'm 190 pounds," I admitted. Hey, Jordan's dad said I'm healthy, and I exercise, so I'm not going to complain for now.

"So you are more than a fluffball," he said, pointing out the obvious.

"Yep," I agreed, "next."

The rest of the class was them asking me questions. Some wanted to pet me, so they got to pet my tail, which is one of the softest parts of my body. The bell rang and Mr. Harding dismissed the class. I still had the earplugs in, so it didn't affect me. Once everybody was out, I thanked Mr. Harding, then left with Jordan out into the sea of students.

"So," I said, breaking the silence between us, "what's your next class?" I asked him.

"Gym, or physical education," he explained, "Just warning you, there are more than freshman in the class."

"That's fine," I said. Having other class groups shouldn't be a problem. I am the age of a sophomore.

"Just warning you," he warned.

I followed him down the narrow hall. I could smell chemicals coming from a different hall. Must be the chemistry hall, I thought to myself. We passed that hall and kept going. The next thing we passed was the cafeteria. I didn't know what to think about the smell of the food; it wasn't the best thing I've smelled. Jordan told me lunch was after gym. We passed the lobby with the wolf statue and all the pictures. After all of that, I saw the gym doors.

"Okay," Jordan started, "the gym teacher is Mrs. Macklin. She's tough, but she's fun once you get to know her. I met her in elementary school. Watch what you say around her, she doesn't like disrespect from the students."

"Got it," I replied.

Jordan opened the door and walked in. The smell of sweat and hard work hit me like a caribou; it was strong. Even a human nose could smell it.

"You'll get used to it," Jordan said. Easy for you to say, human, I thought.

I walked in, trying to ignore the smell. I could hear a lot of kids talking, a few of them stopped to look at me. My tail drooped a little. I looked at the kids, and I saw what looked like seniors. I looked closer at them' my ears flattened when I saw him: Nick. He was holding a rubber ball in both hands.

I looked away and kept following Jordan. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Macklin," Jordan greeted.

Mrs. Macklin turned, her face was stern, but it soften a little when she saw Jordan. "Morning Jordan," she said in an alto voice. She looked strong, yet lean. She had her up in a ponytail, and she was taller than me. My ears flattened as she looked at me, her face was stern again. "Who's your friend?" she asked.

"H-hi," I stuttered, "I'm Luke Wolfe," I pulled out my hand for a shake, she didn't shake back; I put my hand down, "I'm here with Jordan."

She started walking around me, observing me. "Fatter than I expected from a wolfman," she stated, "but I can tell there is some muscle under it. How fast can you run?" she asked.

"Pretty fast. I prefer short distances than long ones. I don't have too much endurance," I explained.

"I see," she stated, "reaction time?"

"Very well," I said. I didn't want to go into detail, and she didn't push it.

"Good," she said, smirking, "today is dodgeball." What's dodgeball? I asked her that, and she said, "There are two teams separated by a line that each team can't cross. There are balls lined up on it for each team to get. You have to hit the other team with the ball. If they get hit, they're out. If they catch the ball, the one who threw it is out, and the one who caught it can bring a member back in. Last team standing wins."

She grabbed her whistle that was hanging on her neck and blew it. My ears were throbbing and all I could hear for a few seconds was a high pitched sound. I'm surprised I didn't go deaf. "All right!" she yelled, "separate into two groups, fifteen on each side!"

All of the kids got against the wall on two sides. I followed Jordan to a side. I looked at our competition and I saw Nick. Oh boy, I thought, this will be interesting. One thing I noticed was that all of the big kids were on one side against us. It seems a little unfair, but then again, our team had a partially trained ninja on their side.

Mrs. Macklin set up all of the balls in the middle. There must be a strategy for this game. One thing for sure is going in the middle was suicide. If you're too slow, you will be out for sure.

Once all of the balls were set up, Mrs. Macklin blew the whistle. The game has begun.

It's time for Luke's ninja skills to be tested on the "arena"! What will happen? Find out next chapter. Just letting you all know, the dodgeball rules is what I did in school. They could be different where you live or how they do it professionally, I don't know. I just don't want you to think I know nothing about dodgeball. Reviews are greatly appreciated. See you next time!