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Posted: 2016-04-05 16:31:56
by TheGoodShank - Size: 2500x3800
- Source: inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1059201
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>> #97539
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Trisha was a model student. Perfect in every way that mattered to her parents. She never got in trouble, never went out past curfew, and was already being scouted by colleges across the country despite just entering her senior year at Oakwood High School. Teachers loved her and the faculty gave her more leeway and attention than almost anyone else present, especially because of the eventual prestige she would bring them. Never was there a more perfect example of the golden goose when it came to academia.
And the young squirrel was absolutely miserable. Her eighteenth birthday party was a expensive desert at dinner before going upstairs to finish her coursework. She had no real friends and had never been on a date. Every second she wasn't at home was spent keeping up the impossible standards she'd been set to. Yet she still felt like her parents expected more. Teachers wouldn't settle for anything less than absolute excellence from the lofty reputation she'd accumulated.
The truth was that Trisha was just too passive and willing to listen to others. She was smart to be sure, but she could never stand up for herself. Part of her was aware that might prove detrimental to life outside the strictly rigid confines of the public school system.
It was far sooner than she expected when that routine and schedule was shattered into pieces. When a part of her past hopped up to her and gave her an energetic greeting. "What?" Trisha said with a dull, monotone voice she adopted these days. And which, shockingly, got her a bubbly giggle from the chocolate colored doe in front of her.
"You've changed Trish," said the lagomorph dressed like a street walker.
The squirrel's mind was as quick on the uptake as ever, but she was still slack-jawed to realize who this was. "Cindy?" A waggled finger, which made other parts waggle and wiggle in turn, came as the bunny clicked her tongue three times. "Nuh uh. It's Candi." A bright warm smile came. "With an I." Trisha was trying to reconcile the difference between her old friend and this...this...well, she didn't want to say what Cind...err, Candi with an I, looked like right now.
True to her new name, the doe stuck to Trisha the rest of that day and was babbling almost non-stop about every little thing that drifted across her mind. Most of which consisted of fashion tips, wild parties she'd been to, and a dozen other subjects Trisha could do little more than nod along to. Any attempt by the squirrel to talk about deeper subject matter just left Candi with a confused look and a few 'uh huh's which made her let the bunny go back to her comfort zone.
There were a few things which had stuck out for Trisha. Apparently her mother had remarried, her father had taken her out of school for a year, and now she was back to finish up her courses. With considerably more 'like' and 'ya know' and 'oh mai gawd' to fill out the few nuggets of information Trisha had managed to glean from the endless torrent of ideas which flitted out of Candi's pouty lipstick-colored mouth like bubbles.
Despite all that...well, this was longest anyone her own age had spent with her for quite some time. And Candi was genuinely pleasant to be with. She was so happy and eager and energetic. Although she made eyes at every 'cute boy', and more than a few gals, they came across. The few times Candi had asked Trisha if she thought the same about such objects of affection had left the squirrel unable to do much more than deny or politely request that she not suggest a 'grabbing a few' with increasing awkwardness.
For all the awkwardness Candi's looks and mannerisms and desires had brought, Trisha was sad when she school ended. Because her parents would ask her what she did that day. And she'd tell them. Then they'd reprimand her for getting involved with someone like Cindy after getting one look at the rabbit. Last time they'd been happy to see her last "distraction" vanish and leave Trisha without a friend to her name. Such a sour mood was sweetened when Candi grabbed Trisha's hands and began dragging her off in one direction. "Where are we going?" said the squirrel. "To my house!" beamed the bunny as she wiggled her hips down the sidewalk, a pair of pants practically painted on ensuring a steady stream of incidents from those distracted by such a sight.
"But I have to go home," said Trisha, in spite of herself. "It won't take long," replied the bunny. "I have afterschool activities like the debate team and the school council to attend," said Trisha, again cursing herself for putting up so little fight. "Boring~!" sung the lagomorph as she continued to all but kidnap the squirrel. "This will be way more fun Trish." And that was that. Not that Trisha didn't try her best. But whatever clever arguments flew right over Candi's empty head or were deflected through the willful nature of simple people everywhere.
Trisha wasn't doing what she was supposed to. She wasn't following the schedule of her life. No telling how much trouble she'd be in when her parents found out nor the loss of reputation for missing out two vital, or at least that's how Trisha's mother and father would see it, club activities.
For the first time, Trisha was smiling and felt alive.
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>> #97641
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I hate when my birthday dessert is expensive.
Fixed.