Another one....why must they continue to allow those animals to mingle with the humans? Angela thought darkly while looking at her terminal, uploading last nights assignment from her personal screen. The item was top of the line something that she paid for herself the money earned from tutoring some other students throughout the summer. Not like doing that her whole summer had been a real drag to Angela anyway, she had no real friends to speak of having kept most other people away from her. Not wanting their pity or sympathy over her past; though perhaps the main reason was not wanting to deal with the pain of losing anyone close to her again.<br/><br/>Grumbling she did a quick search to see just who this feral was that she was going to be forced to stomach. Looked like his name was Donta and his parentage was not listed. Which was odd since they made it a point to list what a feral was made up as that could play into their behavior, genetic aliments etc.<br/><br/>Perhaps he was a mutt of sorts, though even those were rare as most of the ferals stuck to their own species and cross breeding was rare to almost non existent. Glancing around Angela just about growled as she realized the free terminal the teacher was referring sat just to the side of her, great that would mean she would have to deal with that filthy animal practically breathing down her neck. Could she never get a break in life? Or was God or whoever in charge taking pleasure in her suffering?