Chapter 6: Heat was everywhere. Unbearable heat. For the first time in my life, I wished I had my parents. I wanted them, badly. But all of a sudden waves of freshness, almost like cold air or water, spread over my face. I woke up with a jolt. Claws was licking my face, telling me it was time for school. It was all a dream!!! "Claws!" I cried out and hugged him. Of course Claws did not enjoy the life being squeezed out of him. It probably hurt his dignity. But I didn't care. He was alive! There was no fire! No eye-wound! Everything was going to be alright! I was purely overjoyed. So overjoyed that I rolled over and lay there laughing and blessing myself for being alive. My situation may not be the best one, but I AM alive, and I have Claws, so everything will be alright. But my situation would be a lot better if I was on time to school. My stomach gave a sick lurch as I heard the clock ring out. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!!! Eight rings. My mind was whizzing as I calculated what that meant. "Class starts in five minutes, and it takes me two hours to walk there, one and a half to run..." I was thinking out loud now. That means I'll miss my first class and be late to my second I realized with horror. This was going to be a bad day. By the time I remembered to change my clothes I was halfway down the block. That was wasting ten more minutes! "Dammit." I muttered to myself.
Chapter 7: "What do you think you're doing!?!?!?" "I don't know sir." I mumbled in response to my teacher. "You missed your last class and you're late to mine! You're holding up the class right as we speak. What do you have to say for yourself? And don't give me any of that 'sir bullshit because it doesn't help!" "I'm sorry." I said, very quietly. "Say it to the class, late-boy." He shot back. "I'm sorry for disrupting you guys." "And don't forget it jerkface!" someone yelled back. This was the first time all year I'd been late, but when I do anything wrong, EVERYBODY jumps on me. It wasn't even really my fault. Well, I guess I can't really go around blaming Mr. Sandman either. Now that I'm walking home and I think about it, my day wasn't really much worse than my normal day. That didn't stop me from sleeping with Claws that night though.
It's meant to be. But I already have an ending planned out, and half of the next book planned. I plan to make it three books long, and it'll end well. Not a stereotypical 'happy ending', but it won't end with him just dying or something.