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“Ein! Get your sorry ass ready for school!” I hear my mother yell while banging on the door.
“Y-yes ma’am!” I say, pulling the cover off my bed.
I rush to get dressed as she is already in a bad mood today, and taking too long will simply make it worse. Thankfully my school doesn't require a uniform so I just toss on the closest thing next to me. This ends up only somewhat matching, as it’s a pair of black ripped jeans and a blue shirt...definitely could have been matched worse. After that, I quickly brush the hair on my head, ears, and tail before putting on my shoes. After I am ready I run to the living room, where my mom is waiting for me. Seh is obviously angry as she is tapping her foot on the floor.
“Took you long enough,” she says, standing up, “couldn’t waste even more time?”
I say nothing in response, and while it hurts to hear her insult me...I know that it would be useless to try and stand up against her. At least nothing that won’t make my current situation worse..it doesn't help that no one actually cares about me around here.
“Anyways, get your bookbag and get to the car. I need to get to my job and the longer I have to wait for you the less time I have to get there,” she says.
“Yes ma’am…” I say, grabbing my bookbag from beside the table.
We both head to the car and she drives me to the school. I get out of the car and head to my homeroom. I go to the back corner of the class, my favorite seat as it means a teacher is unlikely to call upon me. Plus if I have a breakdown I can easily hide it...as long as no one decides to take any interest in me.
The classes go by like they always do...always have… me always being alone. Or actually, no that wasn’t always true. When I was little people tried to be my friends, and for a while it worked out. Then, as I became more and more unstable they decided I was too much and just stopped being my friends.
Lunch comes and I am eating alone like always. It isn’t anything special, just regular high-school cafeteria food. Though something happens that I try to avoid have happen...my name is called on the intercom.
“Ein Shalashaska please come to the counselor's office. Ein Shalashaska please come to the counselor’s office,” a voice over the intercom says.
Great...why did I get called this time? I haven’t had any breakdowns publicly recently, so it can’t be that. Though who knows, maybe someone decided to be an ass and report me for literally no reason.
Eventually, I get tho the counselors office and the counselor is sitting there, with a worried look on her face. Which causes me to worry, what did someone say I did this time? After all, she only has this look when I've "supposedly" done something wrong.
“Ein, please take a seat,” she says.
I take a seat in front of her, not daring to make eye contact. As I am trying not to panic too much, which does not work as she immediately can tell that I’m panicking. Mainly because my ears fall to my side...damn werewolf genes...
“Ein...you aren’t in trouble...I...your mother during work today said some things that worried her employer...and they called us. So...is she abusing you?” she asks me.
“I...she…” I say, before quickly realizing what this means when I get back home.
“I’ll take that as a yes…” she says, “anyways, I will have to report her abuse. Do you have anyone who could take you in?”
“I...no...her family hates me, since I was a child of my father cheating on his wife with her,” I say.
“Do you know who your father is?” she asks me.
“I...not really...maybe a fuzzy memory at best? Why?” I ask her.
“Because...if we can’t find someone for you to move in with then...you will become a foster kid…” she says.