Back to class

After awhile, you get bored looing about the halls, and decided that now was the best time to go to class. You had lost the boy that was following you a few minutes back, and it only took a few minutes to get back to class.

Throwing the door open, everyone of Ms. Nanci's class, including Ms. Nanci herself, jumped and stared at you.

"Excuse me, we're in the middle of... class...?" Ms. Nanci narrows her eyes on the cat ears and swaying tail. "Wait, are you Doug?"

The class all manages a collective gasp, erupting into whispers.

"Daina," you reply, nonplussed.

"Right, Daina," the teacher corrects herself. "You did change you name, didn't you. Well, just take your seat over where you normally do.

Directing your eyes to the chair next to Ashley, you huff. "It's small."

"Small? No, its standard desk size."

Locked onto the huge desk that the teacher stood behind, you make your way to it, step onto it, lay down stretching, then curl up into a ball.

For a while, the whole class was stunned, even the teacher had no idea how to respond.

You began to snooze for a while, comfortable where you were, when you felt someone begin to push you. Looking up, you see the teacher trying to coax you up and off her desk.

"You can't sleep here, Daina," Ms. Nanci said, her tone confused and annoyed. "If you are going to sleep anywhere, which I hope you won't, it should be at your desk.

You didn't budge, frowning at her before huffing and getting off and wandering over to your desk.

"Alright, just sit down and we'll continue."

You did as directed, yet it wasn't too comfortable.

The teacher continued, yet you paid little attention to it, boring as it was.

"Your tail is moving!" a boy behind you gasped.

Frowning, you didn't really get what the big deal was about your tail. You look back and shoot the boy a mean look, and he seems to stop looking at you. Turning around, you noticed that there were a lot of people staring at you.

"What?" you ask, not liking all those eyes on you, unblinking, staring.

"What happened to your normal ears?" Ashley asked.

"Normal?" you reach up and touch your ears, your new cat ones. "What do you mean?"

"Your eyes are weird," said a girl on the other side of you.

"Can I touch your tail?"

"Why'd you curl up on Nanci's desk?"

"Why were you late?"

"Are you flexible?"

"Do you... groom yourself?"

"Do you have claws?"