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Currently, any tips towards this is my only income so any help and appreciation is always, well, appreciated! ","writing":"Tapping his foot anxiously the red fox looked out his class window at the bright, clear day. The sun was at its peak and the sky was perfectly decorated with fluffy clouds. Of course his mind was far from the scenery, for the teenage fox the excitement of an early day off school was the highlight of the day. He had a list of things he wanted to do; at least a dozen before three P.M. And the bell was just about to call for lunch at twelve in just a few minutes. Those few minutes, being trapped between absolute freedom and the teacher, an older and as such smaller raccoon lady.\n\n \n\nTrying to distract himself and make it appear that he was paying attention, he turned away from the window and rested his head in his paw, keeping it elevated by his elbow on the desk as he stared up toward the front of the class. He searched for anything to help him pass the endless time. He looked over the many educational posters hung around to make the stone walls appear less of a prison and more of a reformatory. He looked at the clock which seemed to be stuck at three minutes to twelve. Or was it three before and now it's five? He couldn't remember any more.\n\n \n\nIt was the clock's fault. It knew he was watching it. The fox sighed at his own attempt to make the time not passing try to seem interesting in some way but he just felt stupid. But not as odd as the slowly increasing sound coming to his ears.\n\n \n\n``Errr Ild!''\n\n \n\n``What?'' the fox teen mumbled.\n\n \n\n``Mr.Wilde!''\n\n \n\n``Gah!'' Nick shouted at the sudden appearance of the stout raccoon. ``Ms.Laveur! What was the question?''\n\n \n\n``I had asked for your opinion.'' The raccoon responded by crossing her arms with elderly look of general dislike.\n\n \n\n``My opinion?'' Nick stuttered. ``On?''\n\n \n\n``Yes, on the board.'' Ms.Laveur spoke as though she was talking to a child.\n\n \n\nNick looked away, slightly fearing letting his vision leave hers, as he glanced at the chalkboard where a math equation was written; (x+10)/(x+10)\n\n \n\n``Math? Shit! I thought this was social studies!''\n\n``Well?'' The racoon asked, clearing her throat.\n\n \n\n``Four?'' Nick squeaked out.\n\n \n\n``Is that four with a question mark or a period?''\n\n \n\n``Question mark?''\n\n \n\n``Stay after class, Wilde. I'll give you some extra assignments to complete so this won't happen again.''\n\n \n\nBefore Nick could say a word against his stout dictator she turned away from the gaping fox and she walked back to her post. All he could do was sit in his chair, his arm half way extended in a near pleading motion with his mouth opened. He knew his teacher; she was not kind on detentions and even more so, him.\n\n \n\nWhen the bell rang the normal sound of joint student movement commenced. The scraping of chairs, the start of chatter and the rustling of bags. Texts coming and going and playful insults, often coming from the men of the groups, roared loudly.\n\n \n\nMs. Laveur sat at her desk which stood at a medium height, since most of her students ranged between medium and large animals with the occasional extra-large student. As the Students passed her desk, they each handed in their paper assignments, with the exception of the young elephant who had to work with a laptop in order to hand in the assignments, since accommodating for such a size would be too difficult. Having to deal with this herself, Ms. Laveur often despised the co-sized initiative the school board was enabling but of course it was beyond her control. Hank, the elephant studying in her class for the semester, was the last to leave, saying goodbye as he passed.\n\n \n\n``Alright Wilde, let's get star- What the?'' She scanned Nick's desk. Empty. She quickly got up but only made it a few steps before stopping. She looked at the pile of assignments and saw Nick's name, written on a fully complete and well detailed sheet. Then, looking up from her pile she saw, hanging onto the elephant's green striped shirt and tanned cargo pants was Nick, tucked in tight with his tail waving with the momentum of his chauffeur. \n\n \n\nNick turned his head back towards his teacher and gave her a simple wave alongside the largest smile he could ever muster.\n\n \n\n``She lookin'?'' Hank asked.\n\n \n\n``Oh yeah, she's pissed.'' Nick snickered.\n\n \n\n``Good. She's a bitch.'' Hank said with a snorted chuckle as the two walked down the high school hallway, leaving the fuming racoon in the doorway. \n\n000\n\nNick couldn't get out of his school faster. After his short ride with Hank, Nick ran to his locker swerving between other students and teachers alike. His day was planned and set in stone, it was after all the start of summer vacation and he felt validated. His smile was wide and his emerald green eyes were bright with excitement and he once more continued his run through the hallways of his high school, waving and high fiving the students he was passing.\n\n \n\nHe wasn't halfway out the door when he tossed his skateboard down on the ground and smoothly hopped onto it, using his momentum to ride along the front of his school. Feeling the cool summer breeze pass his muzzle and actively tickle his nose and ears it was euphoric. An experience that Nick had always enjoyed.\n\n \n\nHis house was a few miles from the school and all though he could've easily taken the bus back home Nick didn't want to waste the opportunity and that's exactly what this was to him. In the past, Nick?s mom had told him time and time again not to ride his skateboard through Zootopia, especially downtown where his school was located. It's not that he actively tried to disobey his mom just for the fun of it, he knew there were dangers around; cars, larger animals, bullies, all the things you would expect from one of the largest cities in the country. But how could he help himself? The sun was bright, the trees and their leaves rustled elegantly as they brushed against one another and of course there was the aroma of the downtown core which was nothing short of a delight to Nick.\n\n \n\n``A gift and curse.'' Nick would often say when referencing his nose. It picked up the best and worst smells around. Yet, through trial and a lot of errors he knew the best route to take and above all else, the first item on his personal list was on his route...\n\n \n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Tapping his foot anxiously the red fox looked out his class window at the bright, clear day. The sun was at its peak and the sky was perfectly decorated with fluffy clouds. Of course his mind was far from the scenery, for the teenage fox the excitement of an early day off school was the highlight of the day. He had a list of things he wanted to do; at least a dozen before three P.M. And the bell was just about to call for lunch at twelve in just a few minutes. Those few minutes, being trapped between absolute freedom and the teacher, an older and as such smaller raccoon lady.

 

Trying to distract himself and make it appear that he was paying attention, he turned away from the window and rested his head in his paw, keeping it elevated by his elbow on the desk as he stared up toward the front of the class. He searched for anything to help him pass the endless time. He looked over the many educational posters hung around to make the stone walls appear less of a prison and more of a reformatory. He looked at the clock which seemed to be stuck at three minutes to twelve. Or was it three before and now it's five? He couldn't remember any more.

 

It was the clock's fault. It knew he was watching it. The fox sighed at his own attempt to make the time not passing try to seem interesting in some way but he just felt stupid. But not as odd as the slowly increasing sound coming to his ears.

 

``Errr Ild!''

 

``What?'' the fox teen mumbled.

 

``Mr.Wilde!''

 

``Gah!'' Nick shouted at the sudden appearance of the stout raccoon. ``Ms.Laveur! What was the question?''

 

``I had asked for your opinion.'' The raccoon responded by crossing her arms with elderly look of general dislike.

 

``My opinion?'' Nick stuttered. ``On?''

 

``Yes, on the board.'' Ms.Laveur spoke as though she was talking to a child.

 

Nick looked away, slightly fearing letting his vision leave hers, as he glanced at the chalkboard where a math equation was written; (x+10)/(x+10)

 

``Math? Shit! I thought this was social studies!''

``Well?'' The racoon asked, clearing her throat.

 

``Four?'' Nick squeaked out.

 

``Is that four with a question mark or a period?''

 

``Question mark?''

 

``Stay after class, Wilde. I'll give you some extra assignments to complete so this won't happen again.''

 

Before Nick could say a word against his stout dictator she turned away from the gaping fox and she walked back to her post. All he could do was sit in his chair, his arm half way extended in a near pleading motion with his mouth opened. He knew his teacher; she was not kind on detentions and even more so, him.

 

When the bell rang the normal sound of joint student movement commenced. The scraping of chairs, the start of chatter and the rustling of bags. Texts coming and going and playful insults, often coming from the men of the groups, roared loudly.

 

Ms. Laveur sat at her desk which stood at a medium height, since most of her students ranged between medium and large animals with the occasional extra-large student. As the Students passed her desk, they each handed in their paper assignments, with the exception of the young elephant who had to work with a laptop in order to hand in the assignments, since accommodating for such a size would be too difficult. Having to deal with this herself, Ms. Laveur often despised the co-sized initiative the school board was enabling but of course it was beyond her control. Hank, the elephant studying in her class for the semester, was the last to leave, saying goodbye as he passed.

 

``Alright Wilde, let's get star- What the?'' She scanned Nick's desk. Empty. She quickly got up but only made it a few steps before stopping. She looked at the pile of assignments and saw Nick's name, written on a fully complete and well detailed sheet. Then, looking up from her pile she saw, hanging onto the elephant's green striped shirt and tanned cargo pants was Nick, tucked in tight with his tail waving with the momentum of his chauffeur.  

 

Nick turned his head back towards his teacher and gave her a simple wave alongside the largest smile he could ever muster.

 

``She lookin'?'' Hank asked.

 

``Oh yeah, she's pissed.'' Nick snickered.

 

``Good. She's a bitch.'' Hank said with a snorted chuckle as the two walked down the high school hallway, leaving the fuming racoon in the doorway.

000

Nick couldn't get out of his school faster. After his short ride with Hank, Nick ran to his locker swerving between other students and teachers alike. His day was planned and set in stone, it was after all the start of summer vacation and he felt validated. His smile was wide and his emerald green eyes were bright with excitement and he once more continued his run through the hallways of his high school, waving and high fiving the students he was passing.

 

He wasn't halfway out the door when he tossed his skateboard down on the ground and smoothly hopped onto it, using his momentum to ride along the front of his school. Feeling the cool summer breeze pass his muzzle and actively tickle his nose and ears it was euphoric. An experience that Nick had always enjoyed.

 

His house was a few miles from the school and all though he could've easily taken the bus back home Nick didn't want to waste the opportunity and that's exactly what this was to him. In the past, Nick?s mom had told him time and time again not to ride his skateboard through Zootopia, especially downtown where his school was located. It's not that he actively tried to disobey his mom just for the fun of it, he knew there were dangers around; cars, larger animals, bullies, all the things you would expect from one of the largest cities in the country. But how could he help himself? The sun was bright, the trees and their leaves rustled elegantly as they brushed against one another and of course there was the aroma of the downtown core which was nothing short of a delight to Nick.

 

``A gift and curse.'' Nick would often say when referencing his nose. It picked up the best and worst smells around. Yet, through trial and a lot of errors he knew the best route to take and above all else, the first item on his personal list was on his route...

 

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