This is a story about one Loris girl. She didn't ever talk much about her past, or why she came to the school, but it did slip out that she had been an Army brat, part of the reason why she had so many schools in her record. Well one of the reasons anyways. It turns out that Rehka had layers, and the more you peeled them back the more her story twisted and turned, tangled and ducked into itself like a pile of knotted string. There was an end in there and a beginning, but no one was sure just where. If you really wanted to sort it out, you had to cut through all the bull shit, and make a new starting point.
This is one of those tales. -------------------------------------------
The faint low hum of a school busy with students letting out for the day. That is the particular knot that we are teasing out from the pile. As we follow it along we come across a pair of girl students walking along, chatting quietly in the hall.
"I mean, I just don't get it? Why are her videos so popular online?" A tawny fox girl of uncertain age complained to her fellow, as she all but stomped up to her locker, giving it a light kick to counterpoint her frustration. "I just don't get it. Videos about toothbrushes, makeup lessons, how to be a good baby sitter. She is all over the place, but every time she posts a new one she gets over a thousand views like it's nothing. " Staring into the mirror perched on the top shelf, she nervously smoothed down her locks, and cast a pleading gaze over towards her friend who was standing patiently nearby. "I mean I'm just as cute as her, and I have a good presence in my videos, right?" Jade eyes looked pleadingly at the kitten nearby.
"Cuter." Her friend said matter of factly, looking downwards to fiddle with a button on her shirt, not wanting to met the other's eyes for very long.
"Then why do I have to fight to get a hundred view in a week? Do you know how many hours I spend agonizing over the editing of them? I've spent all my money on lighting, and even begged and pleaded to get a better camera., all for nothing!" The clang of her hand slamming the locker shut, rattled those others nearby, and drew the attention of the more nearby students.
"Come on Emi, you're making a scene." The other girls glanced around nervously, and reached forward to put a paw on her friend's shoulder. "Trust me, its nothing about you."
"Then what is it about..." Emi leaned to hiss in the other girl's ear.
"I... I can't tell you." came the murmur, barely audible amongst the resumming chatter of the hall now that the fox had stopped nearly shouting.
"What the fuck...." Emi stared daggers at her friend. "You know something, don't you. And you never even fucking shared it with me."
Letting out an audible groan, the cat grabbed Emi by the arm, and glancing about, dragged her towards and into the nearby washroom. Holding up a finger as Emi was about the start swearing again, the cat girl did a once more of the washroom, even going so far as to check the stalls.
Emi just stared bemusedly. Here she had been just about to walk away from her friend, someone she had known since kindergarten, and now her friend was acting like she was some sort of international agent.
Once the other girl was convinced that it was unlikely they would be over heard, she turned around and leaned in close to her friend, barely letting her voice grow louder then a whisper.
"I.... couldn't say anything. It's like... a test. You have to figure it out for yourself." Her had hand reached back to grab the tip of her tail, which had begun to thrash about wildly, a highly visible sign of just how agitated she was. "And..." she paused glancing up deeply into Emi's eyes. "I didn't want you to go down that route as well."
"What route?" Emi asked, frustration and anger now replaced by a sense of curiosity at what was making her fiend so uncomfortable.
Hands wringing her tail like she was trying to squeeze water from a cloth, the cat glanced around nervously once again before adding in another whisper. "Look. I can't say much. It's... kind of against the rules."
"Rules?" What fucking rules are those? How to be a shitty friend?"
The cat let out a pained groan, and then sighed. "All I can say is watch the video again. This time.... turn on the subtitles. and if you still hate me tomorrow... well I deserve it then."
"Subtitles?" Emi exclaimed softly as she watched her friend... leave.
, the text by me. Needless to say there is another picture to follow this one up, but don't go hunting for it yet. There is another part to the story, and I need to release it from y fevered brain before I can post that picture.
You will not be disappointed. (Well maybe in the writing).
