I'm just gonna post my stories here, since I never finish them... Who knows, they may be an actual story!

Part 1:

I sit alone by my computer. It provides the only light around me. My pupils have widen and strain at every word I type in this darkness that surrounds me.
Constantly keeping into contact with everyone on the Internet may be fun, but in only consumes what is on my mind. What's on my mind, fooling around, messing with people's heads. Sure, it's fun and all, but something always crawls up on me: My fandom.
What I yearn for is to become what I look at on the Internet. I look at Sonic the Hedgehog, and just imagine what it must be like to be like that. An animal that's a human! It amazes me. I just wish it was real... Ears on my head, a tail to wag, fur to brush ALL OVER...
I get lost in my thoughts. My eyes strain as I read comments to reply to. I look at the time.
2:37 AM.
Damn, I'm tired...
I regretfully turn off my computer and shift along into my irresistible bed. I snuggle myself in between my puffy sheets and my over-fluffed pillow. The coolness wraps around my body, my eyes slunk over in relief from a busy day of doing nothing but staring at a screen.
I remember my thoughts, and I try to tell myself that it's impossible to even have a tail. It would be great, but it can't happen. Saddened by the wretched reality, I turn to the other side of my pillow. I slowly fall asleep into my dreams, the only place where I can feel what I want to feel.

Part 2:

I awake in my bed with my alarm clock playing. All I remember is my fantasy-filled dream as though I was on drugs. My covers are messed up, my pillows are all over the place. I stir to sit up in my bed. I yawn and stretch my arms. I take a glance at the clock.
7:04 AM.
Damn, overslept. I have school.
I try to remember what happened in my dream before I lose it. Something about an oracle and 'What you dream is real'... Damn, whatever. I need to get ready.
But, when I get up, I feel odd. Like, something is different... Oh, well, it's not bothering me today.
I get myself dressed and look in the mirror. Gotta brush my ha--
I drop the brush. I can't believe what I see. TWO CAT EARS.
I search for my ears on the side of my head. GONE.
This CAN'T be happening...!!
I turn around. Maybe if I have ears, I have--
I HAVE A FREAKING TAIL!! It's a long one, too!
Is this what the oracle meant...?
I can't go to class like this; Too many questions, and I'm lazy right now. I need to hide them.
I try desperately to comb my hair over my ears. Failed.
I try desperately to stuff my tail in my pants. Too bulgy, and it's hurting me. I put it in my shirt. Again, just bulgy.
I put a hoodie on. Both things are concealed.
A sigh of relief...
Just my luck, too: It's raining. I can keep it up!
I grab a quick breakfast and carry it with me on the bus... Just on time.
Well, here goes the worst day of my life...

Interesting, although I question how you didn't notice the tail when you got dressed. :P

Half-awakeness syndrome. It's also a Monday morning. :P

Fair enough I guess. :P

Part 3:

I awkwardly sit myself in the back of the bus as the doors close. I get the smell of old school supplies and used gum as I sit in my ripped-up seat. I look out the window at the unusually foggy morning. I'm just lucky I'm the first one on.
I shift restlessly in my seat, my tail making it awkward to even sit like I usually do. I eventually sit forward in a bored position, which is the best thing that feels at least decent. Damn these new bones sticking out of my back... I adjust my hoodie to continue to cover my ears. They are my main concern, as people tend to look at my emo-like hair as I talk. I never get haircuts anymore, and I've grown accustomed to my hair hanging in my face.
One by one, people fill the seats around me to avoid being caught either texting, eating, or making out. Yep, public school buses were meant for just that. God, it sickens me...
The sun eventually finds its way through the clouds and fog to shine dimly in the sky. Well, at least I can see outside now, but the damn fog gives me the creeps. An eerie sense of "This day is haunted." Damn, I want it to end already!
We pull up to the school, and I slowly get my backpack on my shoulders, making sure my hood doesn't fall off. I walk into the halls and--
Just my luck. People start staring at me. Does today actually hate me?!
I try to ignore the looks as I walk to my locker. I plant my face against the locker as I stare down the combination. The metal clanks acknowledge the right combo, and I swing open the locker and put my head in the locker. I search for my books for my first half of the day and hope nobody come--
I hear knocks on my locker door. Damnit! I slowly poke my head out of my locker to see this cute girl smiling at me. She's got the body of an angel and a smile like the sun. Her hair shimmers in any style she wears it, today is crunchy. Her blue eyes are shining at me with optimism and friendliness.
"Oh, Hannah."
"Hey, Dane-boy." She always has a pet name for me.
"You're early to school today. You're actually a minute early."
She suddenly suspects my attitude of avoidance. "What's up your butt today?"
I couldn't muster up a good excuse in time. I just kept trying to delay with "Umm..."
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She touched my lips with her finger and giggled.
"Well, you could say that...!" I blushed in embarrassment.
*ring!*
Thank God, saved by the bell! I got my backpack on my shoulders and started to get to class.
"Sorry, Hannah, but I've gotta get to class!"
I sat in my desk and laid my head on the desktop. First period in hell.

Well, at least he'll be popular once he's discovered. Everyone loves being popular, right? ;D

Ehhhh.... Not sure about that. :P