Preface
Pika's P.O.V.
Different.
That is what I am.
I didn't know it for a while, I didn't even remember my own name!
My adoptive parents had found me out in the snow one day, six years ago. They said I was too beautiful to leave behind. The age of five, already long brown hair. My innocent brown eyes got them right away. I couldn't remember anything, just one name I heard somebody call me in the back of my mind: Pika.
So, they took me home. They just didn't notice the marks on my legs.
Brown coloring around. And did I mention, it was furry?
