deer hunter ( human vs furry )

original chapter 1 (1st start)

Marigold is laughing. She's thinking about a trip she's going to take with her friends for spring break and is entranced by the fantasy as much as she is by the jokes and jabs of her friends. She has such a pretty laugh, and her glowing smile is the only thing that can make her more beautiful. I wish I could see it, but I ain't one of her circle, so I got to lean against a wall around the corner and try to listen over the sound of students rushing outside to go home.

She's a WHITETAIL, and one of the popular girls of Madrigal High, but she ain't nearly as mean as most of them are. She also manages to have upper-class elegance without upper-class snobbishness. I dare say that she's the person that the others think they are. She's kind, thoughtful, and caring. She holds herself with endless dignity. She has the confidence to be seen going out with another girl and own it. She might even deign to be seen going out with a THAMIN deer.

I know I have something I want to say to her. I know that I can just start talking to her and she won't sneer at me and shove me to the ground and grind my face into the dirt. But that doesn't mean I can interrupt such a lovely time for it, and I also ain't want to talk about this while everyone is watching. I'll have a chance later today, anyhow.

Myria has to shout over the sound of the pop-techno music. "Are you sure you should be here?" She asks. "You might have to spend only three hours reading today!"

"I ain't know what I was thinking either!" I shout back, jostled by someone trying and failing to do a totally awesome dance move. My cup full of fruit punch luckily only spills on the floor and not on myself. "So where's the hard drugs?"

"Ask Neveah, I'm pretty sure he's got actual alcohol, which is kind of like drugs!" She jokes. So Neveah's up to his usual game.

"I'll consider it!" I shout. The room is dark and there's so much movement that I can hardly cross without someone running into me. Every social group in school except for emos is represented here (good riddance), and they are all looking for a good time. Party-goers jockey and maneuver through tight hallways filled with other party-goers with their own goals, and a layer of noise covers everything. It's so loud in the house that everyone has to shout to be heard, which only makes it louder.

"Fuck Mrs. Pierce! Fuck her and fuck her pop quizzes!"

"I saw me a raccoon the other day! Did you know we still had any? I know, I didn't believe it either!"

"Are you ever worried that you'll never figure shit out?"

"No, I love drinking! Why? Am I making a face? Oh, I am? Well, uh..."

"You should join the Football team! No, it's ain't European Football, it's Chimerican Football!"

"There ain't enough guys here, this party is lame! Shut the fuck up, Sarah, what do you know about being hot?!"

The only reprieve is at the far end of the living room, where Axis (still wearing his fucking boots) is standing on a chair so he can see his adoring fans. Axis might be a rich kid, a blowhard, a liar, and a downright prick, but he's also hot as hell, can carry two girls at once, and has a voice like butter. He's irresistible to straight women. I have to thank him; there are worse ways to find out you're a lesbian. He also draws such crowds when he gets going on quantum mechanics or whatever that there's always somewhere you can blend into, or wait for the flow of living traffic to slow down.

I have to talk to Marigold. I only came to this loud, obnoxious, stupid party because she'd be here. I already know these kids and I don't think I'll discover their hidden depth if they're screaming, or drunk, or both. She ain't inside. I make my way around the couch, through the crowds, out the entryway, and onto the front lawn. It's a cold winter night but the bodies and the movement help to cover it up. I'm wondering if the cops are going to show up to tell us about a noise complaint again. I wasn't here last time, but it ain't a real party unless everyone is talking about near-misses the day after. YOLO.