You Treat Me Like A Stranger And That Feels So Rough

Tay didn't want to be here at all. She didn't really think that she belonged. Sure she has some sentient handgun and is really good with strategic planing but it's not exactly something like a superpower! Tay was wearing her dad's FBI jacket (which was way to big for her) with jeans and black converse. She had her gun Trauma in a holster on her belt.

"Where are we going Tay?" Trauma asked.

"I told you already some dumb school for weird people." Tay whispered to Trauma.

"You shouldn't be so negative about it. You might end up loving this school." Trauma commented.

"Shut up Trauma! You shouldn't even be able to talk..." Tay muttered as she walked into the admissions office. Now where was she suppose to go to again? "Erm... Is anyone here?" Tay asked.

"Hello." Tay replied. "Uh... Yeah I'm new." Tay answered. She wasn't really that surprised by the other guys ears and tail. As she mentioned before this was a school for weird people. And Tay sure as hell didn't belong here.

"Tell them I say hello as well." Trauma told Tay.

"Shut your non existent mouth Trauma." Tay hissed as Trauma.

"Tay be nice." Trauma said.

Tay sighed. Trauma never seemed to listen to her. Why couldn't her adoptive dad given her a normal hand gun he he died? Seriously Trauma is annoying as shit. "Just ignore the talking gun. He doesn't know what he's saying." Tay said.

"Yeah the gun just talked." Tay said and sighed. She honestly had no idea how the freaking gun talked. besides she inherited the dang thing.


"I don't know how he talks he just does." Tay said and shrugged. "Trauma is just annoying anyway. I don't need my gun to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. Tay said and sighed. "Names Tay Archer by the way." She said.

@"Appren"