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The mark of the new Deity part twoMy second semester class
Yeah, I made it to College. With a least a good grade so far. I guess you all know of how high school could be the most cruelty place you have ever encountered. But still, I survived.
My godfather decided to send me this college calls “Furry Academy”. He says that it’s a good place, I say its nuts.
I really don’t like to share a room to some stranger. I have… a trust issue. It’s not because I’m not a sociable… it’s because for the past 9 years ago of what happen to my old town, Daichi was trying to hide the stories. He was trying to protect me so I can have a normal life… even though I feel like it’s not.
So he sent me to Academy anyway to find of what I interesting with… yay… my first semester wasn't’t really that great. I got being bullied by this big lion guy or whoever the hell his name was. Calling “Weakling goat” really got tick me off.
if you need help making it through the dayremember:
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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