Wet Cement: Chapter 1
#1 of Wet Cement; Chapters
Pastel-Star-Wings
September 18th~ My first post!!!
My name is James Elliot Barron (Jamie or James) and I guess this is my blog, journal, thing? Diary? Is it socially exceptable for 17 year olds to keep journals/diaries? I guess I'm a little off the 'normal' 18 year old male mark though tbh. I love stars and space and pastel colors and, uh, I like to use fur make up. It's just, the blushes, the eye shadows, the eyeliner, the everything. It's just so, beautiful~
I don't want to be a girl or something, that's a silly gender conforming assumption. Make up doesn't make you a girl, in any circumstance. I guess I just have always loved the 'art' of make up.
I'm not an 'artist' like my sister, she can use those charcoal sticks and make realistic drawings of cats and sketch out a human face in seconds. I just like messy sticky make up and the heavy feeling of eyeshadow on my eyes. Hey, I could be a poet or something. Damn, maybe Denise isn't the only good one at writing.
Ugh, as much as I, dare say, love _my sister, she is an insufferable 'perfect' piece of cardboard. Okay, I'm being mean but honestly, she has no personality at times. She's all, 'I have perfect grades and a million friends and I can write perfect essays and my fur is _perfectly _grey and my tail isn't a big poof and our parents actually _approve of me!'
Yeah, she's my twin and I hate her. We were close when we were younger but when she hit 12 she abandoned me for popularity and Ellie, the she-demon that is Denise's best friend. She is a Fennic fox who wears little tank tops and teeny tiny skinny jeans and is the size of my entire arm. She's obnoxious and her voice is like the equivalent of grinding your toes on a cheese grater and then pouring sea water on them. Yeah, that bad. (Not to mention she has like 7 other demon friends who hate by two best friends)
Yes, I have friends too (I'm not completely pathetic!) A dingo and a fox named Perrin and Ramsey. Perrin is probably a demon secrectly and they are literally the worst friend ever, they constantly make gay jokes (I'm not gay,) call me fuckass and pinch me. I love them though. Ramsey is weird, she is half 'fandom' half 'insane prep.' She can't keep a conversation without switching topics half way through and she is a literal mess. Yeah, I get called gay all the time for hanging out with two 'girls' (Perrin is openly agender but animals are awful) but I AM STRAIGHT!!!! (NOTHING wrong with being gay btw, I'm just straight.)
Ugh also my parents. Have you ever watched one of those bad 'chick flicks'? The ones with the 'evil' parents? Those are my parents. They have their expectations set too high, they are selfish, rude and they pretend to be rich and perfect parents. All to impress the church families when they tote us around and show us off like fancy clothes.
Er, I hate my parents, okay?
Oh! I forgot to tell you what I am~
I'm a Arabian Wolf, so not the fluffy floofy kind. I have slightly wiry fur and a very dark grey coat. My eyes are standard dark brown and I have a bit of light grey that looks almost splattered on my muzzle. Also my tail is super floofy and I love it, its literally the best part of me. When this blog gets popular I'll post my tail. (I actually uses to hate it when I was younger but unless I shave it I can't really change it. And I'm not shaving my tail.)
So yeah, that's me I suppose~ I hope you like my blog and I probably won't curse you guys with long posts, just softcore memes and aesthetic here~~
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The bus shuddered and slid to a stop. Jamie read over his words quickly before clicking the 'submit' button and exiting out of the browser. Jamie would absolutely _di_e if anyone found his blog. It was already a light pink theme with galaxy multicolored clouds as the background. His cursor was a little pixel container of lip gloss and his icon was a pair of angel wings that floated up and down (that he found on some sketchy free icon sharing website.) A worse fate then anyone finding that blog would be his parents finding out. Then he'd be hated _an_d on the streets.
"Jamie, are you ever getting off the bus or are you going to stare at a seat all day." A voice snapped Jamie out of his stupor. His best friend would be the only one to talk like that, and by 'that' he meant like a giant douche.
"Shut up Perrin." Jamie said as he stood up and stretched, most of the kids were already off the bus but a few stragglers were still gathering their stuff. Perrin pinched Jamies nipple and laughed when he harshly jerked forward, almost slamming his face into theirs.
"Fuck off Pear" Jamie growled, he snatched his backpack from the seat and half stomped off the bus. Perrin grinned and grabbed onto his backpack strap. Perrin, who never knew when to stop being a snarky bitch, Jamie had been dealing with their bullcrap since 6th grade (when Denise abandoned him) when they moved in half way through the year and got picked on for not wearing make up and being a 'girl.' Jamie immediately connected with them and they became best friends by the end of 6th grade. The dog was an artist, writer and they never stopped watching cartoons. Something Jamie still didn't get.
"Don't pinch my damn nipples." He told them. They still held onto his strap, a weird habit they developed in 8th grade and never gotten rid of. Not that it was bad enough that Perrin groped his backpack but his other best liked to grope Perrin.
"Hey! My wolfy babies! Wait up!" Ramsey shouted, Jamie rolled his eyes, there she was. Ramsey practically fell into Jamie and Perrin before righting herself and attaching herself onto Perrin's arm. She was a Fox and nearly twice Jamie's hight (Jamie prided himself on being pretty tall for a small breed of wolf) and had a good head over Perrin. She was over excitable, liked memes and had 7000 watchers on her fanfiction account. She liked smut and skirts and flannel and was a mess of 'yaoi fangirl' and 'preppy.' Jamie met her in kindergarten and hated her until 8th grade, when she found out he liked make up (Bad idea to keep a picture of yourself in make up as a lock screen, Jamie had decided.) Instead of turning in the secret for temporary fame, she simply asked him how to apply damn eyeliner correctly. They'd been lowkey friends for a bit before Perrin started liking her and they became the trio of half 'popular' half 'loser' half 'what even.'
"Ey, do we have Home Ec together first period?" Perrin asked, Ramsey nodded and Jamie shook his head.
"No, I have English with Miss Weaver." Jamie said, he made a face of disgust and Perrin snorted.
"She's not even that bad, at least you don't have a bunch of stuck up brats in honors English with Mr. Fair. He's such a damn douchebag." Perrin said, Ramsey nodded and added.
"He calls me sweetheart, its really creepy man." She made a puking noise and yanked Perrin of Jamie with a tug.
"Let's go so Mrs. Tener doesn't kill us." Ramsey said and said a quick goodbye to Jamie. He sent one back and jogged down the hall to his least favorite class, English. While Perrin and Ramsey were in honors classes (they both were in the lowest math though, so they struggled together there) and had most of them together, Jamie wasn't exactly a book smart guy. He wasn't not smart, but he just couldn't find himself caring about a number or a letter that didn't define how smart he was, but how fast he memorized a bunch of numbers or the dates of pointless events. It didn't help that most of the teacher at his school were either bitches, assholes, or just didn't care about the class. Miss Weaver was unfortunately a bitch that all the boys liked for her 'tits'. Jamie found her to be a bitch and could care less about two masses of flesh on her chest.
Jamie stalked into the blank walled room and sat down in empty seat by a couple kids listening to music quietly. The rest of the class talked loudly and flirted, it was gross. Jamie put in some music and waited for the class to start. When Miss Weaver would no doubt burst in with papers falling everywhere and screaming at everyone, Jamie started opening his binder to take out a workpacket when his earbuds were ripped from his ears. He heard laughing and didn't bother turning around, it was obviously assholes who had nothing better to do with their time then harass people minding their own business. Jamie felt his face flush despite that.
"Would you fuck off Owen?" A deer girl said to the offending earbud douchbag.
"Yeah, Jamie wasn't even doing anything" A otter girl said, he recognized her as Perrin's x-girlfriend but he had no idea what her name was. Jamie did appreciate them standing up for him, but it wasn't going to help much.
"'Jamie' can take a joke, right Jamie?" Presumably Owen said, 'Jamie' being said with a fake lisp. Jamie ignored him.
"See? He doesn't mind. What's wrong Jamie, you too cool to talk to me?" Jamie ignored the mocking voice again, he was annoyed that the asshole was targeting him but as far as he knew, this was the only class Jamie had with him. Big highschools were nice like that.
Miss Weaver slammed into the room right on time, her breasts waving around in a low cut strapless dress and a pile of papers in her paws.
"Okay class. It's time for you to stop talking and take out your work packet, we're going to chapter 1 section 4 and-" A harsh yank on Jamie's tail made him yelp, he instinctively jerked forward and growled slightly.
"Is there a problem Mr. Barron?" Miss Weaver asked, she tapped her wooden ruler harshly against the desk and scowled at him.
"No Mis-" Jamie started. He stopped when another voice lapped over his.
"Owen Kingsly pulled his tail." Jamie flinched, Miss Weaver slapped her ruler against the desk with enough force to break it and pointed behind Jamie.
"Mr. Kingsly, to the office now. I don't allow violence in this classroom." She spat, the venom on violence overwhelmingly ironic. There was a sharp sound of a desk scraping across the floor, Jamie winced at the sound, and dared to peek at Owen. A large Panther, black with yellow eyes and about three times the size of Jamie. Owen sneered at him and then turned tail and stomped out of the room. Jamie was ready to murder who ratted the monster out, but he was a little thankful for them looking out for him.
"Jesus Trinity, are you trying to get the kid killed?" Someone said quietly, Jamie felt his ears heat up and gripped his pencil tighter. 'Trinity' was definitely going to get him killed.
"That's enough class." Her ruler slapped the desk again. "Now go to section 4 and work on 1 through 9, skipping 7. We didn't cover that yesterday."
Jamie mindlessly flipped to the pages and quickly started writing down answers. They were easy enough, just questions about the book they had read. Only when he hit question 7 and went to skip it did he notice his lack of music. Despite Miss Weaver being a bitch, she dd let the kids listen to music like most. He grabbed around his neck and then lap, nothing. His eyes actually widened when the otter who defended him earlier cleared her throat and then motioned behind him. Jamie turned around and stared at the empty desk, Owen's pencil still sat on it.
W __hat had she mean? What about- _ Oh_._ Jamie felt a bit of uncharacteristic anger welling up inside him. That _asshole had taken them, he had harassed Jamie, then taken his property. He pushed his anger aside and nodded a thanks at the sympathetic looking otter before getting to work on number eight.
He would deal with it later, he thought to himself. Later was definitely better.
A/N: Im trash this is basically going to be self indulgent gay trash. Jamie is my son btw he's like one of my oldest fursonas I love him.
*Also this contains the dirty words and teh dirty stuff so beware kiddies *
please read and review~
~** silky**