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Fuzzy Trade School - Risu's Ch1

Risu the squirrel would approach the Academia building from down the street, staring up at the looming monolith. Which, by the way, seemed rather conspicuous amongst the other skyscrapers, despite its ever-so-convenient downtown location. He stood there for several minutes, making no movement other than his trembling fists. "Damn it all," muttered Risu. He then turned his head down toward the pavement, sighed as though he wanted the world to hear it, and finally mustered up the will to start walking. "I have a real bad feeling about this."

Ever so reluctantly did he ascend the stairs leading up to the main building. Each step filled Risu's heart with bitterness. It was like trying to forgive one's own most hated enemy. Subconsciously, he managed to prolong the intervals between steps, each one longer than the last. After about ten minutes of this, he finally reached the front doors. He groaned, pushing open one of the doors with his elbow. He would let his bare footpaws scuff against the linoleum tile of the hall floors as he trudged along. With his head hung depressingly low on his shoulders, he tilted it one way to glance at all the trophies and photographs behind glass casings. He whined and scowled, thinking about all the accomplishments he'll never achieve.

Rounding a corner, he encountered a small congregation of punks. Complete with the stereotypical hairdos, tattoos, and piercings. They all gave him that look - A look so baleful that it could serve as a fitting equivolent to the obligatory newcomer's initiation rites. Except it wasn't a fraternity, and this wasn't a "real" college. "Beat it!" snapped one of the punks, posturing their head forward for emphasis. Risu gasped, and would quickly look away, scuttling faster down the corridor.

Rather quite panicked, he began scanning the classroom doors for an opportunity to make an easy escape. None of the doors were open, so he decided to hide in the nearest room. Risu didn't care if he intruded upon anybody in class session. So he swiftly whipped open a random door, darted inside, took a quick glimpse of the room, and would casually sit down at an open desk.

Risu huffed, and acted as nonchalant as possible. The only other occupant of the classroom was the professor at her desk. She didn't bother looking up, or even move her eyes. But somehow she apatheticly displayed a sense of acknowledgement of Risu's presence. As he calmed down, Risu would begin reading the posters hung on the cork-backed bulletin boards. He would then turn to read the blackboard.... -- And then suddenly it clicked.

"Everyone is at lunch," the professor finally spoke. "I advise you to join them."

"...Th-thank you, ma'am." At that, he shyly stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him after looking both ways.

"Gosh, I must be pretty lucky. I hid in the right classroom," Risu reiterated to himself. "Cos' I'm gonna be taking that exact same design course this semester. Shame I didn't get to meet my friends yet tho'." Clearly, the feelings of bitterness and despair were gone.


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