Hello everybody. :) This is my first story and its about an OC that I created for another persons story. I'd like to thank mizzy-snoezy for letting me use her character and story line for use in my story. Thanks for reading and please comment so I can improve the story and writing. Based on events before mizzy-snoezy's story "My Life As A Teenage Parent SEQUEL".

It was early June, even though it was night out it was strangely warm. Off in the distance, from a large white building came a cry of joy as a bunch of teenagers flowed from the front end of the building.

They were all dressed in cap and gown, but most of them had thrown theirs into the air happily congratulating each other for their successes.

Out of this crowd came two small chipmunks also dressed in robes screaming in joy of their graduation from high school.

"Anthony!" cried the one chipmunk following the other chipmunk from a distance. "Wait up!" he called again.

Anthony is an almost completely black chipmunk but he had a narrow grey stripe on his back that extended from the top of his nose, over his head, down his back, and then finally to the very tip of his tail, and his eyes wear freakishly light blue that when he looked into someone's eyes that they felt like he was staring through their soul.

He stopped and cried back to the other chipmunk," What Timothy am I to fast for ya!"

Timothy, the brother of Anthony, was dark brown and had two white stripes that extended from the top of his eyes and down his back in a similar way that Anthony's did but the two stripes kept their distance from each other, but initially both the stripes came together at the tip of his tail, he also had light brown eyes.

Quickly, Tim caught up with his brother and said, "No!"

Then Tim looked down then at his brother and asked, "Did you happen to see Dad?"

Anthony looked back at his brother and said, "No…No I didn't…" he said in a disappointed voice.

30 minutes earlier

"Oh crap! I'm soooo late!" Robert yelled to himself. "I'm gonna miss my own son's graduation!" he said as he grabbed his hat and ran out the door of their apartment.

He took an alley way that he knew was a short cut to the large white building that stood in the distance. He ran as fast as he could go trying to make up for lost time.

He was almost their but heard something from an alley next to him.

A girl was trying to push three young boys off of her that were starting to remove her clothing.

"Knock it off! Just leave me alone!" she screamed at them, but they kept persisting.

"Stop it!" she screamed. She then took her knee and landed a blow on the stomach of one of her attackers.

The boy recoiled and landed on the ground. He got back up quickly and came back at her and said, "Bitch! Now your gonna get it!"

Robert couldn't just stand by and let this happen. He ran into the alley to try to the three boys from what they were going to do.

"Hey! Knock it off" he screamed in fury.

The three boys turned around and looked at the small chipmunk standing in front of them.

"Or what?" said the middle boy in an arrogant way.

"Or I'm gonna beat the living fuck out of you three!" Robert told them.

The three boys laughed in unison at his threat and then the middle boy stated, "Bring it on old man… or whatever the hell you are!"

With that, Robert jumped on to the face of the boy on the left of middle boy. The boy, surprised, opened his eyes wide. Robert took the opportunity and took his claw and slashed the boy's eye form top to bottom leaving the boy screaming in pain as he held his hand to his face, blood gushing from his fingers.

Then Robert jumped to the far right boy and landed his fist on the nose of the second attacker, breaking his nose and causing him to fall to the ground and break his wrist.

Robert then screamed at the girl, "Get the hell out of here!"

The girl then ran as fast as should could away from the fight not even looking back to take a closer look at her savior.

Robert then finally jumped to the last boy, but before he got there the last assailant hit him to the ground. He turned around for a second try but was stop after he heard a loud bang.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his abdomen. He looked down to see a large hole in his stomach gushing blood. He put his paws over the wound and then took his paws off to see the blood coming from his body.

He fell to the ground with a hard thump. He felt his body going cold and the lights going dim.

"Sorry boys… but I'm not going to make it... to your… graduation…" and as he said that he let out his last breath.

Back at the apartment

The two young chipmunks came up on their apartment door and then look at each other before Anthony knocked on the door.

"Dad, are you home?" Anthony asked.

"He's probably sleeping," replied Timothy who was standing next to him.

"I don't know Tim, it just doesn't seem right," Anthony stated pulling the spare key from under the carpet outside their apartment.

Anthony jumped up and unlocked the door.

"Dad, we're home! You here!" yelled Timothy hoping for a reply.

"Ugh, he probably forgot and went out to do an errand," Anthony said rolling his eyes in disappointment of his father.

"I'm sure he'll be back soon," Timothy stated hoping that Anthony was right.

They got out of their cap and gown and got their normal close on. Anthony was wearing his favorite black leather jacket that fit rather loose on him and underneath a grey t-shirt. Even though it didn't fit quite right, he always stated, "I'll grow into it." But it was more to him then just a loose fitting jacket, it was a gift from his father.

Timothy came out of the boys' room wearing his usual orange hoody sweatshirt.

Just then they heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it, its probably Dad," Anthony said going to the door, but when he opened it he only saw two pairs of black business shoes. He looked up to see to police men standing at the door.

"Can I help you officers?" Anthony asked.

"Is this the Crawmarsh residence?" asked one of the officers.

"Yeah, as far as I know, we're the only chipmunk family living in Bismarck, North frickin' Dakota," he said with an annoyed tone on his speech.

The officers looked at him with a rather ticked look on their face.

"Oh, sorry officers," he said scratching the back of his head with a guilty smile on his face.

"We have some bad news for you," said the officer on the right taking off his hat and looking down at him.

"It about your father," started the other police officer also removing his hat, "Well I'm sorry to this but… um… but he's well…"

Anthony looked up at the police men and tears started to fill up his eyes. Stuttering with emotion he manage to say, "H-h-h-he's d-dead isn't he," trying to hold back his tears.

The officer on the left just looked at him and nodded with his eyes closed.

Anthony couldn't hold it any more. He just began crying extremely hard into his hands.

Timothy ran to the door and looked at him, then the officers, then his brother again. Tears started to swell up in his eyes as he figured out what Anthony was crying about. He ran to his brother and began to cry as he hugged Anthony trying to comfort his brother. Anthony turned and hugged his brother back, crying into his brother's shoulder.

"We're so sorry for your loss," stated one of the officers as they put their hats back on and left the two brothers, both of them crying not knowing what to do next.