Jim-the-Fox

"But Saiga, that's the girls locker room! We're not allowed in there." "That's the whole point, Tory." Tory depressingly looked at the door. "I don't think we should." Saiga sighed. "Look Tory, I was gonna keep it a secret but, uhhhh, uh, they revamped this room for playing Air Hockey!" "I don't know how to play Air Hockey." "Well, then, I'll teach ya!" Tory smiled. "Cool! Sounds fun!" Tory rushed to the door. "Wait Tory!" Tory turned back to Saiga. "You've gotta be real quiet, Tory. Like a library." "Ohhh okay." They quietly opened the door. Tory looked around at all the lockers and whispered, "I hear girls talking, Saiga. They aren

Chapter One Step by Step Three years passed, and Addi had moved away. The grade 8-A door slowly opened. It was fourteen minutes to class; Tory was early again. With many teachers you could tell if Tory liked them or not from the time he entered class: early meant he liked them, late meant not so much. The teacher raised his eyes and looked at Tory over his glasses. He smiled. "Early again, are we?" Tory smiled warmly back. "You don't mind, do you?" The teacher chuckled. "Of course not, it's just fine." Tory sat at his desk and pulled out his Language Arts book. He was planning on writing another poem, but was trying to figure out what

CRACK! Tears soaked the grey cat's face and mixed with the blood. "Where were you, Tory? Why the hell are you so late?" The cat yelled as the belt snapped onto his back again. "Why are you covered in mud?" "I-I'm sorry!" stuttered the cat through sobs. "Well?" Snap! "I-I was with a friend. We were playing-" "Who was this friend?" "H-er n-name is Addison-" Crack! "Get to bed. Now! Don't leave your room until I say you can!" The bleeding cat, Tory, ran with tears in his eyes to his bed. He slammed the door behind him and sobbed with his face in the blanket. The pain on his back was more than usual. Earlier that day, after school,