The morning sun glared through the blinds casting a slight glow in the room. I laid near the edge of the bed hugging my pillow taking slow easy breaths when the song "Just Like Paradise" by David Lee Roth came through over my alarm clock speakers. I quickly jumped up in bed as so did Jim who looked like he was had been having sex all night. His short brown hair and brown fur were a complete mess. I threw a glance at my alarm clock which read "7:01am." I sighed as I hit the off button. I threw my legs over the bed and stretched while standing up. Jim did the same. He let out a yawn and walked over to his closet to grab his clothes and told me he was heading to wait for a shower. He told me he would save me a spot. I nodded as I opened my drawer to pull out a Quaker Oats chewy chocolate chip granola bar. I had a whole box of them. I took one from the box, unwrapped it, and ate it.

I stood up and looked out the window to see students already heading to their respective classes looking tired and hungover. I heard that Jake Stiller and and a few of his buds threw a party across town and got totally wasted. Before I gathered my clothes for the day, I decided to pull out my barbell from under the bed and do a few arm curls. As of today I can do 150 on each arm. The barbell weighed 30 pounds. I put on my headphones and made sure they were connected to my phone before playing my favorite classic rock music. I had a whole rock n roll playlist on Spotify filled with nothing but rock music from the 60s, 70s, and 80s.

The people were still over the top of my music yelling and running down the halls talking about how they were going to be late for class. After I hit 150 on my right arm, I tucked the barbell back under my bed and walked over to my closet for a shirt and pants to where. I chose my favorite Queen T-shirt that had the original band logo, and a pair of black jeans. I took a breath before opening the door to be met with a slight oder if weed. Out into the bustling hall that was pure chaotic. Their were two foxes wearing towels around their waists while playfully beating on each other. One put the other in a headlock and gave him a noogie. Another was wearing his boxers walking down the hall to his dorm room with the towel drapped ober his shoulder like a cloak. I didn't bother to stare or glance at anybody. I pushed my way past 2 drunk coyotes who were stumbling around like they were high and made it to the bathroom that smelt absolutely horrible. It smelt worse than the outside of a homeless shelter. The whole room felt like a sauna from all the steam of the hot water.

I heard Jim singing in one of the showers and yelled at him; "Save me some hot water!" over the top of all the showers running at once. I saw Greg, one of the science geeks holding his clothes standing against the wall looking nervous as always. He was the teacher's pet in Mr. Gliders class that everyone thought was weird. He would always pick gum from under the tables and experiment with them. Why doesn't he just visit the Gum Wall in Ohio if he likes experimenting with chewed gum. What he does with it is beyond anyone. When Nathan, a fox in all of my classes threw back the curtains and grabbed his towel some of us chuckled out of the sides of our mouths. It was because Nathan had a small dick. It only measured at about 2 inches when soft and about 5 inches when fully rect. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he was already covering his crotch with his yellow towel. He already knew he had the smallest penis out of all of us.

The biggest dick belonged to my roommate Jim who is 8-and-a-half inches long when full rect. He always joked about girls hating his size and feared it would kill them if he tried fucking anybody.

I moved past Nathan, hanging my fresh clean clothes on a rack outside of the shower as well as my towel. I stepped into the shower, closing the curtain before beginning to undress myself. When I pulled my pants down I noticed I was rect a little bit. Probably because I was thinking about Heather. Don't get me wrong, I wanna tame that slut. Since she wants to be so mean, I'll force her to suck my dick rather she likes it or not. "Yo!" Jim said from the other side of the curtain. His voice boomed throughout the room. I pulled the curtain back a little to hand him my dirty clothes and told him to put them in my laundry basket.

The shower was nice. It wasn't exactly warm. But it still felt like a rainy sauna. I brought my favorite coconut scented Body Wash made by the Love Dove Company that also was responsible for making unbreakable condoms so when you really wanna pound your girl, the latex on the condom doesn't break. I applied just a quarter squirt to the palm of my paw, rubbing them together under the water and applying the wash to myself. Starting with my face. Getting my cheeks and upper snout before moving down to my neck and lowering to my thighs. I kept my eyes closed while focusing on my thoughts about passing an art project for art class.

We were supposed to redraw a famous art piece. I picked "The Scream" by Edvard Munch. I spent 2 weeks working from 10am to 11pm each night trying to match every detail and color from the 1893 masterpiece. Jim on the other hand chose "The Girl With the Pearl Earring". Jim isn't the best when it comes to drawing humans. I told him just to draw something from Picasso.

After my morning shower and getting dressed in my favorite Queen T-shirt (that felt the most comfy). Which was my 3rd favorite band. It's made of 100% soft cotton, and is the most comfiest shirt I own. It makes me feel like I'm wearing a blanket. I then slid on my blue boxer underwear and black jeans and headed down the hall to my dorm room. I gathered my textbooks and parted downstairs outside. I was greeted with the warm-cool autumn October breeze. Some students were walking about talking and laughing, some chilled in the shade listening to music with their Air Pods. Now-a-days people listened to rap songs that talked about robbing and thug life; N-word this, fuck the police that. The music these days I fee like is music I'd be tortured with during an interrogation to get me to confess a crime. The music I specifically listen to is classic rock; And classic rock only!

Pink Floyd, Lynryd Skynyrd, Def Leppard, Billy Idol, just to name a few. My top favorite is Pink Floyd. I think Roger Waters is a genius with his lyrics and live shows. He (despite being now 80-years-old) still holds these unbelievable live performances. My favorite by far is Roger Waters - The Wall - Live in Berlin (1990). The whole show had to at least be his most expensive show. He hired famous people and actors such as Klaus Meine of Scorpions, Van Morrison, Tim Curry, and a few other people, as well as a full orchestra and choir called "The Bleeding Hearts Band."

Pink Floyd stands as my all time favorite rock n roll band. David Gilmour's guitar solos in Time, Money, Another Brick In the Wall, (Part 2), Comfortably Numb, and Run Like Hell. My favorite performance he's ever done was when during the bands Wall tour of 1980 at Earl's Court where Gilmour stood atop of a 30-foot replica of The Wall that was built on stage, performing his part in the song "Comfortably Numb" and even nailing both solos.

I thank my dad for getting me into classic rock. And I'm glad he did. Cause if not, I'd probably end up like a dope smoking, non-caring drunk menace who would probably be killed in the slumps of L.A before I reach 21.

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CLASS 1

"Oh, great," I rolled my eyes and sighed, whimpering softly in fear when I turned to look ag an empty seat. Heather was back from her vacation.

"What's the matter?" Jim elbowed me gently. He sat next to me.

I tapped my pencil against my left temple in slight anxiety. "Heather's back." I stared down at my desk, my heart pounding, I already knew what I was in for.

Jim threw a glance over his shoulder and made a straight face. "Good luck, man," he put his hand on my desk for second. He started copying some notes I had taken for a history lesson.

Ms. Dewley, our history teacher was writing on the white board, telling us to do silent studying on any war topic. Perfect! War! I loved to do presentations on these things.

"I'll pick World War I," said Christopher, a quiet skunk who sat next to me on my left. He propped open his textbook and began taking note on what he read from the passages.

"I'm doing the Korean War," Jim whispered proudly as if he was determined to get it done within possibly whenever he could.

"I'm doing the Cold War," I whispered to Jim. It was the most interesting war I thought in American history. It wasn't a nuclear-shooter bloody war like any other war. It was just debate over which country has the strongest military and government. Between the USA and the Soviet Union. The Cold War did start 2 major wars in the middle: The Korean War and the Vietnam War. Both were between the North and South. For example:

North Korea was supported by the communist Soviet Union, and South Korea was supported by the US which caused both Korea's to break out into combat because of their power. Of course the Soviet Union supported the North, and the US supported the South. The same happened with the Vietnam War. North Vietnam was supported by the Soviet Union and the South by the US. Both broke into war over power.

Just within 20 minutes, I was already on my 40th paragraph. I didn't need a textbook to look through, I already knew enough about the Cold War. Probably more than my history teacher.

The whole time the class was silently working. Nobody said a sound. I threw a glance over my shoulder at Heather who sat all the way up on the far left. Her face was buried in her paper. Her pencil moving rapidly back and forth. She wore a purple satin shirt with dark night sky black jeans that were supported up by a black leather belt. Her clothes looked unwrinkled; She usually ironed them after every wash. Her tail was kept neatly to her right side, out of the way in case any students behind her wanted to pass without tripping or stepping on it. Her long autumn orange hair fell past her shoulders and looked to have recently been trimmed a little in some parts.

"Anthony!" Christopher whispered to me. He was lost. He had no idea what he was doing. He only put down what he knew. It did mention how World War I started. "June 28th, 1914. A Serbian patriot assassinated Franz Ferdinand, the heir presumptive of Austria-Hungary in Sarajevo, Bosina and Herzegovina. The cause was the result of the Black Band because Franz precevied threat to Serbian Independence." The paragraph explained.

"Do you know what happened after Franz was assassinated?" Jim whispered panicked. We were only given 30 minutes to write our essays.

"Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia, and it went on from there!" I told him professionally. He seriously didn't know anything about history unlike me.

Our 30 minutes were up and Jim slammed his pencil down in frustration. "I was just getting to the chaos!" He put his head down and sighed.

"Alright, class. If you haven't finished, thats fine. I will give you until Monday," Ms. Dewley announced. She walked to the white board and erased our essay instructions.

"Thank God," Jim looked up and sighed.

"Alright," somebody said from behind me.

For the rest of history class, Ms. Dewley asked if we'd like to share anything we wrote. Only 2 students participated. Zane Hopper and Peggy Glatcher. Both were foxes who were considered "teachers pets" as they always finished the top of all the classes. They would be those students who would ask for extra assignments that nobody else would do. Luckily after history was math class, I didn't have to see them again until 4th period. Both of them gave their essays on the Vietnam War.

"Can we write an essay on a different history lesson?" Peggy asked Ms. Dewley.

"Sure," nodded Ms. Dewley.

I walked past the three quickly with my books in my hand. I threw a glance back and watched Heather speed walk towards me. I turned back to face where I was going and held my breath hoping she wasn't gonna hurt me. She walked past me without saying anything. She had her books tucked properly under her arm and walked in a rich fancy manner down the hall. Her tail gently wagged side to side with each step she took until she disappeared in a crowd of other students.

Thank God she didn't decide to harass me today. Maybe she was tired from her trip or just didn't feel like fucking with me.

"Excuse me," a mysterious beautiful voice echoed in my ear from behind that made me jump a little. I stood completely still. The voice was gentle and sweet which sounded just like Heather's slut friend Jeanette Clair. I felt a finger gently tap my shoulder and I swung around only not to be met by Jeannette or even better Ashley. No. It was a rat. Or maybe a mouse. She had gray fur and short black hair that was kept in a ponytail. She had brown eyes and wore rectangle glass lens. Her shirt was light blue and her jeans were night black. She stood around my height of 5'12. Probably about 178 pounds. She was thin and very cute. She had nice curves and a small firm ass. Her slim thin pink tail barely was barely an inch off the ground. She had an algebra textbook tucked under her arm.

"Can I help you?" I asked trying to sound cool without letting my fear show. I wondered if she heard me over the other students talking loudly and walking by to get to class. The mouse cleared her throat then pulled out a yellow note from her pocket. It was our period planner. She gently pushed her glasses back up on her face and asked oh so very sweety. "Do you know where classroom C-3 is?" Her voice sounded like an angel. So Innocent.. So gentle and caring.

D-3 was Mr. Meins math class that was my next period.

I nodded. "Yeah." Starting to walk off. "Follow me." The mouse smiled and followed. I kept a straight face while remaining quiet. I could feel her breath hitting my back through the fabric of my shirt. When we got outside, she decided to make small talk with me. She seemed nervous and embarrassed.