The call to the lesson had long rang, but Toralai Stripe, did not wanted was to go to school. A red-haired girl, looking like a cat, sat on the window-sill in the school closet, slowly smoked a cigarette and looked thoughtfully. She's been sick of this fucking school for a long time. These toilets, in which people like to gather together and do selfie on phones are local glamorous "stars." Narcissistic, rich-hearted fools, whom nothing but clothes and sex are not interested in
All night the red cat worked, and now her eyes were tired, trying to close just about to close, and she made great efforts not to start yawning now. Classes at school after a night shift are not the best option. Thoralai promised herself that she would no longer steal, and, in general, end her old life - the life of a thief, pulling purses out of her pockets in city transport, hanging out in cheap clubs and addicted to alcohol.
Thoralay remembers well how she got behind bars - and got caught with a bag of grass in her pocket. But in prison, at least well fed, and at that time tired of all the stray cat was even pleased with this scenario. In the same place, she met two of the same hooligans - Pursefon and Mya-lodia, twins-twins. And then her life changed dramatically when - a dirctor named Bloodud suggested three girls to study at her school.
As Blodgood had hoped, Monster High would be the new home for Thoralay and her friends. The naive. How can someone like this disgusting place where everyone is run by idiots who are crazy in fashion and guys, where teachers are all like idiots. And the food? Even in prison, they fed better than in this Monster High.
The black jacket is a cat's crook, it smelled of tobacco smoke, like short red hair. Toralay did not care that the lesson had already begun, she generally wanted to go home, get into bed and get a good night's sleep. At night, she works as an expensive nightclub bartender, gets tired of constant loud music, screams of a DJ, drunken customers, constantly harassing a cute cat, climbing under a skirt and getting a clawed paw over the lmtsu. Thoralay does not admit such people. If she wants, then it's easy to get acquainted with a handsome guy, but so far she does not need it. She does not want a relationship, she does not want affection and dependence. "Do not believe anyone" is the first law of a street cat. Nobody is worthy of trust. And only pink snot like love, Toralay despises, as soon as he can. In the end, for quick sex in the nightclub's wardrobe, you can always drag some not-so-sober guy from the dance floor.
The cat yawned, gently jumping off the windowsill. With cat's grace slowly pulled and left the school closet, quietly closing the door behind him. She will quietly leave the school, and no one will even notice. The unbuttoned cigarette remained lying on the windowsill.
Thorralay does not complain about his life. She was used to not being afraid of anything, not trusting anyone and not asking anything.
She is a cat, she always walks by herself.