Despite flying in from your hometown, it was still a four-hour drive from the airport through the forests where the North Paw High School was, where you would be staying for the bulk of your high school life. As much as you doubted them, you couldn’t help but think about the stories you have heard from your friends, even though none of you had ever seen an anthro before. And now you would be boarding with them several thousand miles from home.
Your parents had told you about how “mentally-stimulating the experience would be” while ranting on about “what a big accomplishment this was for human-anthro relations,” but once the school came into view on the horizon you began to have doubts. It took two more hours before you actually reached the school grounds, and by then you were frozen in awe at how large it really was. The road seemed to spread past the miles-high trees like an ocean as your parents drove down the miniscule extension reserved for humans. Pulling into the parking lot, you were harrowed by the fact the curb towered high above the car. In the back of your mind, you tried to piece together just how big the anthros would be.
Finally reaching the drop-off point, your parents helped you unload your things and give you a few pecks on the cheek. They reminded you to visit them next summer before driving off, leaving you alone on the curb of your new school. Shouldering your duffel bag, you worked your way up a ramp and finally onto the pathway. You looked around in amazement, seeing the massive double-doors of the main office in the distance. You were both relieved yet a bit disappointed when you didn’t see any anthros hanging about. You prepared yourself for the long arduous task of reaching the door when you saw a figure looking at you through the glass.
A smile crossed the well-dressed anthro’s face as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. You quickly figured him out to be an ocelot as he filled your line of vision. By the time he actually reached you, you were stunned when you realized that you were shorter than one of his toes. He kneeled down before you and held out one furry finger for you to shake.
“You must be Evan Larkham,” the ocelot greeted. You managed a quick nod, still taken aback at his size. “Welcome to the North Paw High School.”
He laid his hand on the ground, prompting you to climb on. You felt yourself raised to the ocelot’s chest where he proceeded to talk to you while returning to the administration building. “We asked for you to come here a day early so we could discuss your accommodations,” he explained. “We figured it would take some getting used to traveling around campus yourself, so we decided to room you with a few freshmen who volunteered to help you out.”
He pushed past the double doors and stepped into a massive lobby of sorts. He approached the unattended admissions counter and picked up what you assumed were your transfer papers before proceeding down a hallway.
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