Chapter 1- A Good Morning
I wake up to an annoying sound. A consent beeping telling me to get up when I just want to lay down, curl in my blankets and sleep again. But no, I can not have it my way.
Stupid alarm clock.
So I get up, yawn and stretch my arms. Shutting the alarm clock off with one of my tails.
I can smell that dad is cooking breakfast for a change. At least it is not ramen.
"The brat really needs to lay off the stuff." I murmur to myself sleepily and rub my eyes to get rid of the annoying eye crusts.
I then gather my cloths to go about my mourning routine. I may hate highschool, but being late would only make things more annoying for me. Cant let the trio of idiots think they won and all of that.
'Maybe I should just kill them and be done with it.' I thought as I started walking towards the upstairs bathroom. 'No, as tempting that would be, killing is frowned upon here.'
Really, it honestly wasn't the first time I though about killing the trio. I have an entire notebook devoted to revenge fantasies after all. But they are just fantasies.
It is a lot harder to bring those fantasies into reality.
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I let things go too far.' I thought. 'True, but only out of sentimentality. Getting betrayed by someone you viewed as a sister in all but blood hurts.' I don't make a sound as I move through the hallway. Reaching the door in record time. '
At least the brat could be counted on to never betray you.' I put my cloths away and get a towel. 'Kinda the reason why he choose the wrong profession to be in.' I start the water and get it to the temperature I like. '
True, he was naive like that.' I strip and get in the shower, relaxing under the hot water.
It was after the shower was done and drying off, taking extra care with my tails, that I felt like I missed something in my tired haze.
I quickly turn towards the mirror and there staring back at me was my reflection, only my reflection had 9 extra appendages that were not there before.
"Well...," one of the fox ears on top of my head twitched. "This is new."
Surprisingly I was rather calm all things considered. No screaming, no fainting, no nothing.
Honestly this probably does not even make the top ten of the weirdest things to happen on this world.
Parahumans are a thing after all.
So I got dressed, making a hole in the back of my jeans so my tails can go through it, and quickly head to my room. Though I was careful to not make a sound in order to not alert my father.
Rather not have him see me like this yet. After all, I might be able to hide the fact that I have nine fluffy red fox tails and two fox ears on my head with no human ears in sight.
'Maybe I can wear a hat.' I thought. 'Yeah... a hat would hide one problem.' I sighed as I opened my door.
'Really Taylor... a hat.' I resit the urge to face palm. 'Like that would hide the tails.' I glare at the current cause of my woes.
"Now... since I am a parahuman, I should instinctively know how my powers work, whatever they are.... right?" I ask myself.
Honestly calling myself a parahuman feels wrong. Like there is a part of me that even rejects being called a human in the first place.
Oh,well.
So I stay in my room, trying everything from posing to saying things like power off. Pretty much all that netted me was embarrassment and being thankful that no one saw that.
The smell of food was getting to me. I was about ready to just shrug and go down and eat breakfast when an idea slapped me on the side of my head.
'"How could I not think of doing a simple transformation?" I chided myself.
So I simply thought how I normally look like and concentrate my chakra then poof. When the smoke cleared I was back to my normal not fox eared and tailed self.
Though I need to change my jeans now. Stupid hole.
With a quick change of jeans I went downstairs to get some breakfast. Right before dad was about to yell in order to tell me it is ready apparently since I ran into him as I came down the stairs.
The impact only made dad go "oof" and move a couple steps back, while I of course... fell on my butt. Ow.
Dad is more built than he appears. Being the head of the dockworkers union and all.
"Taylor, where's the fire?" Dad chuckled as he lent me a hand to help me up.
"Sorry," I take his hand and get up on my feet, "I over slept a little and I didn't want to miss breakfast." I reply with a grin.
"You sure are in a good mood today." Dad said as we walked towards dinning room.
"Yep," I chirped. "Things are starting to look up today." I am telling the truth too. After all it is not every day you wake up after a strange dream with super powers.
"Really? Thats good." he says. I think he might have noticed something actually about how down I've been lately. Progress!
That was rather rude of me so I shelve that thought away. Though honestly, dads depression he fell into is kinda annoying.
He rarely gives me the time of day, preferring to go about his day with little interaction with me at all.
I know that he still cares about me in his own way though. Which is why I never told him about Emma's betrayal. Or my school life in general.
I don't want to add to his worries. Especially when it is something I can handle myself. Especially when it is something I am going to handle myself.
No more just standing there taking the abuse. That will change today.
'But killing is not an option.' I thought as I started to dig into the breakfast dad made. Toast, bacon, eggs and orange juice. Not a bad way to start the day.
If killing is not an option then Ill take a page at the brats book.
'Pranking it is.' I thought, covering my grin, my grin that I am sure is a rather malicious grin from my father by drinking orange juice.
Though there are other ways I could stand up for myself. Pranking would be rather satisfying, especially if I don't leave any trails on who is pranking them.
The other option is crush the little social group they created.
Who knows, I might do both. I have time after all.
After I finished my food and put the dishes away to be washed later I quickly finished my mourning routine and bid dad a good dad.
Honestly, I would rather skip school today and find out what else I can do.
'After all. I doubt transformation and gaining fox ears and a tail is the only things I can do.' I thought as I made it to the buss stop.
This body seems rather out of shape. Ill have to take care of that later. Or just change into a new one.
'Hmm, there is an idea.' The fact that I could actually shape shift came to me. Something the brat never truly took advantage of. 'Ill have to be subtle though. No instant growth spurt.' I start forming a plan in my mind as I enter the bus. 'I will play hero with many different forms though. To keep any would be trackers off the trail.'
Though I honestly doubt I would be called a hero after everything said and done. But stranger things have happened.
When the bus finally made it near Winslow I get the urge to skip school. But I continue on anyway. After all, I actually have a friend.
Though she is technically a hanger on for Emma's little sadistic social group. When the bulling started to let up we actually hit it off. Who knew?
When I near the area where my locker is I can tell people are expecting something to happen. I see little Madison over there trying to hid a smile as she looks my way.
I see Julia, my current and only friend looking at me panicked, like she is trying to warn me of something.
It is when the smell hits my enhance senses that I almost black out from sheer disgust. Whatever that is I want no part of it. So I promptly turn around and walk away. Intent on getting the lazy janitor to do his damn job. Ugg.
Though apparently I was not supposed to just do that as Sophia in all of her sadistic glory stands in my path, trying to block me from moving.
"Where do you think you are going, Hebert?" She sneers. No one can blame me for what happens next as I am not in no mood for her shit. I am determined to get the janitor to actually do his job.
So I simply close the distance between us, surprising her with the fact that I haven't stop moving and cowed away from her.
So I simply kick one of her feet from under her and push her out of my way.
She lands with a thwack.
"Ow, fuck!" She yells, holding on to the foot she landed on. Probably a twisted ankle or something, I don't really care.
Probably why I missed the entire hallway going silent as I made my way through.
As well as the fact that a certain red head was staring at me like I just kicked her puppy in front of her.
I finally made it to the janitor's office and told him about the smell. When I went to show him, the hallway was already cleared.
Turns out someone pranked my locker, filling it with all matter of waste products.
Who ever did it sure was determined. That was a lot of used tampons that were collected. Ew.
So I left the janitor to earn his pay for once and headed to my first and favorite class.
Advance computers, my sanctuary.
It was when I finished my assignment and started browsing the net when I was called to the principles office.
'Maybe they are actually going to do something about the bullying.' I could not think that with a straight face. Surprisingly I am in a chipper mood considering the prank that was pulled on me.
My mood never fades, even when I enter the office and sit down on one of the chairs in front of Blackwells desk. Even when Blackwell is looking at me sternly.
"Soo... why did you call me here?" I asked.
Blackwell lets out a sigh. "Taylor, assaulting other students is not acceptable."
I blink at her.
"What?"
"Taylor, there are witnesses that you assaulted Sophia, causing her to twist her ankle and get sent to the infirmary. Even though the victim herself didn't disclose who did that to her."
I blink at her again.
"What?"
When Did I do anything like that?
