Name-calling, prodding, and tormenting for years had brought the timid mouse-girl, Jamie, to the brink of hysteria, unbeknownst to me or anybody else. It was obvious how much she wanted to change, but unfortunately, that simply wasn't in the cards.
Broad River High's pecking order puts anthro girls like her at the bottom of the list, always bullied by human kids. Like me. Wendy. I'm the top dog of this dump, and honestly? I can't stand anthros—especially girls like Jamie.
Sometimes, I even feel sorry for her. The discrimination here is practically institutionalized: teachers wouldn't or couldn't do anything, and I was too smart to be caught red-handed anyway. The other anthro kids have never really gotten together because that would be "too much hassle," given that their "futures were at stake," or whatever, and that suited you just fine. What do they know? You had your pick of who to torment, and honestly: you like seeing them squirm.
But none so much as Jamie. As far as you were concerned, she barely had a future at all.
You know that she'd lived in a run-down part of town, too, but you didn't know how bad it was until one fateful day.
You see, Jamie's a tricky little mousey bitch, but we'll get to that when we get to that. For the past few weeks, I'd wait for Jamie outside the gates to continue my special brand of "affection," calling her names and just generally harassing her as she went on her way. It was all good fun, honestly, and if she weren't so stuck up, maybe she could have a laugh about it too.
Anyway, everything kinda came down to it on a Friday.
Rather than heading by the gates like usual, Jamie took another path. At least, that's what I found out. I got bored of hanging out around the gate, so I went back in the building to take a piss, when lo and behold, I found the mouse kid there, fiddling around in her back. So, I brushed by her, let her know I was there.
Shocked, Jamie turned around to face me.
"... Hey Wendy," she mumbled, timid as ever.
"Hiya, Vermin," I grinned, enjoying rattling her cage. "What're you up to, huh?" I saw that she was in her bag, and thought about some rotten things to say about the pretty little mouse girl. "Making yourself up to look good for your clients this evening?"
She winced, almost recoiling as if I'd hit her. Not yet, but honestly, when somebody's this damn sensitive, who needs to? Damn rat was so pretty that it pissed me off. Always had. Anyway, she had this way of being... so tough when you hit her anyway, it was practically doing a favor. Somebody needed to toughen her up.
"Leave me alone, Wendy," she said, some wild string of confidence in her voice. Like she was daring me to do something. Something! I had no idea what. I toyed around with a couple of ideas, but settled on another.
I stepped forward and, smiling the whole time, I put my hands on her shoulders, acting like I was gonna help her out.
"Oh no, Jamie," I said, breathy, false empathy in my expression, "I'm not going to leave you alone. I need to help you first."
Unbelievably, she focused on the words, rather than me. "Help me? How?" she asked, stupidly.
My grin grew kinda evil, I'll admit, and I added, "Why, giving you a makeover, of course!" As I raised my fist, you know what that rat bitch did? She whipped out a pistol.
She had a fucking glock in her back.
Holy. Shit.
"Get back!" she squeaked, and like hell if I wasn't going to. Jamie panted, pointing that damned pistol right between my eyes. "Don't move."
I was terrified, honestly. Nearly pissing myself. My mouth ran dry, and I opened it to suck in air.
"Scream and you die," she cut me off, viciously. I slammed my mouth shut. She just stood there, staring at me, for what felt like forever, that shiny, shiny gun shaking in her little paws. It was so bad, she started crying, tears welling up.
I just kinda stayed there, my back pressed up against the bathroom wall as she stood there and thought about it. I was wondering how long it would take her to shoot me> Did I deserve it? Probably.
Jamie suddenly snatched her hand away from the gun, reaching into her back and fumbling. She took her eyes off me for a sec, but I didn't dare move. When she pulled back, she had her stupid smart phone in her hand, fiddling with it.
I realized suddenly, she was gonna take a video of me. 'An execution video?' I thought. 'Like fucking ISIS?' Her next words changed both of our lives forever though.
"T-take your clothes off," she ordered, her voice becoming more calm as she spoke.