Hey there, people and other species to this story. Honestly, I'm surprised you found interest in this and even clicked on this story to read it. Well, unless no one clicked this story in the first place. Then I'd be talking to myself. Which would suck, because everyone will then look at me weird. Like, 'you just destroyed a galactic tyrant by attaining a legendary form' weird. Yeah. Anyways, enough about DBZ references. You wanted something to read, no? Behold! My story!

Disclaimer: This is rated "T" because of this story including vulgar language, fighting, and more stuff that kids shouldn't be reading. So yeah, if you are fine with the above, continue from here.

You ever get that feeling that you don't belong? Like, you're the odd one out? If so, then you oughta talk to me. I'm a social outcast who is in the middle of an unusual society of furs.

Ah, right. I live among furs, not humans. I guess this is some sort of alternate universe.

As for my species, I'm a fox. You may think I'm a sly creature, but no. I'm actually only 60% sly, you know. The other 40% is made up of stupidity, luck, and a whole lot of other bullshit.

Around here, it's kinda like that whole 'Zootopia' deal you have down there in that universe of Humans, to where anthro animals replace humans here. It's basically the same universe as you all, except a lot more furrier. Much more furrier. And not only that, but anthro Pokemon inhabit this big world of mine as well.

But anywho...

I then hear my bedroom's door getting knocked, causing me to get shaken out of my current trance. I then hear a familiar voice from the other side of the door.

"Big brother! Wake up and eat breakfast!"

The sound of rapid footsteps going down the hall and down the stairs then sound through the house. If you didn't realize, that was my brother. Call him Ethan.

Oh geez, I never truly introduced myself, haven't I? Well, I'm Francis. I'm happy to make your acquaintance.

Anyways, I finally got out of bed and did what I did on a typically average day such as today; did my quick morning stretch and move to change from my PJs into some casual clothes. Luckily for me, my school doesn't make their students wear uniforms. It's just a hassle to have a constant supply of the same sorts of clothes, in my opinion.

I slipped on some average black sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt. I unplugged my phone that was charing on my desk and I then ran out of my room, ready for the day ahead of me! Except… as I went to run down the stairs, I then fell down the stairs that lead to the kitchen and first floor because I had forgotten that my leg had fallen asleep.

My brother had watched the entire spectacle that had just happened, and did as any typical obnoxious brother did; laughed his ass off. After I shook off the feeling of dizziness I had gotten from falling, I gave him that deathly glare I gave to anyone who got on my nerves. Though, narrowing my eyes at him didn't seem to intimidate him one bit, since he then stuck his tongue out at me, which was just annoying. Now, I wouldn't really hurt my brother, not intentionally. I got up and moved over to him to then deliver a swift but weak slap upside his head as I walked past him, heading towards the fridge.

"Hey, that hurt!" I heard him yell at me. I chuckled inwardly as I rubbed the back of my head while I checked the fridge for what I could eat. Honestly, I think I need to be aware of how much strength I use. I have a feeling my brother will complain about that to my mother.

Speaking of her, my mom wasn't home, as usual. She had already left for work. She always works in the mornings, working until 4 in the afternoon. Sometimes she works in the evenings too, but that only happens once a week. The typical shift of a nurse is usually 8-10 hours or something.

I grabbed the box of cereal from the top of the fridge and I poured some into a bowl. Taking the milk I had gotten from the fridge, I poured some of that into the bowl as well. I then grabbed a spoon from the nearest drawer, and took a seat at the dining table.

You know, on days like these, you just get that huge feeling of boredom. You have such a routine that is quite, well, average. Not very exciting. What I would want, in my opinion, is a more exciting and adventurous life. However, thanks to the genes in my body that make me such a pansy at times, I'm unable to live that way. Like for example, I would want to hook up with someone at my school, but I'm too chicken to do so. No offence to you chickens out there.

I then glanced down to notice that I finished my cereal, making me realize that I hadn't even paid any attention to it while I was eating. I love food, but sometimes I don't realize how fast I can eat said food. Oh well, it's in my genes somewhere. Not sure where I got that from, however.

Shaking away the thought, I got up from my seat and walked over to the sink, placing my bowl in. I then made my way to the washroom, where I brushed my teeth and did all of the other necessary businesses that you do in there. After that, I grabbed my school bag, which was full of homework, textbooks, and a bunch of other school supplies I would need to get through the day.

Looking at the clock, I noticed that I was getting close to the time that school would start. So, I grabbed my hoodie, slipping it on quickly, and placed my bag on my back, ready to leave.

Giving a sort of hefty sigh, I opened the front door to my house and I started my walk towards the place I hate the most: school.

There we go! That's chapter 1 for ya! I hope you liked/enjoyed it. If not, then I'll continue anyways. XD Chapter 2 will be ready soon. Maybe? Then and only then will we continue about the adventures (or misadventures?) of Francis the fox.

Have a good day, and talk to ya in chapter 2! :D

Edit: Alrighty, this chapter has undergone some serious maintenance and its now fixed! For those who found this story beforehand and read this story before the garbage, I apologize for any cringe given.