Maybe it was chance that I was now surrounded on all sides by a building on fire or maybe it was chance that I was destined to run into the bulldog that hated my father's guts. Maybe it was chance that I had accidentally tripped over a fallen beam that was aflame and thus putting me in the direct sight of the very villain who my father had ruin. Maybe it was destiny that Muggshot happened to be robbing the very same bank that I was about to take money out of for an awesome new video game.
Or maybe, just maybe, I have really shitty luck.
Oh, maybe I should explain myself first before going into my current state of despair. My name is Zorro Cooper (my mother had insisted that I had some sort of Spanish heritage like her invested in my name) and I just want to mention that I am just like everyone else. I'm just a teenager in high school who wants to pass without making too many enemies. However, it's kind of hard when your mother is the police chief and your father is one of the greater men of the Interpol forces stationed in Paris. You've probably heard of them since they're probably as famous as any world celebrity nowadays. So it's only natural that all the "bad kids" in school are trying to screw me over sideways with a lunch box on Sunday.
It's funny since I'm not even the type that should be getting bullied (well, no one should ever get bullied, but I'm just not the usual type of person TO be bullied). As far as grades go, I'm not that smart when it comes to math… or science… or even social studies (the only one I'm rather excellent at is Geography) and I'm pretty much passing all my classes with a C-, save one (once again, Geography). I'm a gamer, sure, but I don't exactly scream MMORPG4LIFE, and I rather enjoy shooter games and playing some catch with a football outside.
I'm not nerdy, and I'm not THAT skinny or fat, either. In fact, due to my mother insisting that I take ballet classes in addition to going to the gym, I am at an alright build of being physically fit, but not too gigantic, like those idiots on the football field. Don't ask about the ballet classes because I'm only going to say that I inherited the ability to be really lithe. I look a lot like my father, though I'm not totally a raccoon. I've got the mask and the signature ring tail of my dad, yes, but I've also got orangish-gray fur around my neck and cheeks, and I've even got my mother's orange belly fur and black paws and ears. That being said, I'm actually quite the looker to some (a few girls have winked at me… though maybe it was just teasing on their parts). Yet even after all of this outstanding evidence of being neither a nerd or dork, I am occasionally assaulted by the idiots of my school. Though it usually doesn't work (I'm too quick to really fall for many of their tricks) it still bugs the living crap out of me. What did I do to deserve the ever-relentless teasing and pranks of my peers? That's right, absolutely nothing.
Okay, I'm getting way off track here, but I still want to explain a few things. My parents are famous for some reason, and I don't know all the details, but apparently my mom had solved a lot of cases. In fact, she has apparently saved the WORLD before but then again maybe this is just one of the many exaggerations my mom's co-workers tell me. Her name is Carmelita Cooper (ever since she got married to my father) and she's, well, kind of a bitch. She's strict, makes sure I'm on the "right path" and that I'm doing my homework every night, and makes a seventeen-year-old male go to ballet classes. But she's a good mom for doing all this… or so my father says. My dad is Sly Cooper (yes, I know, rather nice name he has, doesn't he?) and he's been working with my mom as a new recruit of Interpol way before I was born (maybe three years). Apparently, my mother had found him knocked out cold and clueless as to whom he was. Amnesia, they said, but it's hard to see my dad forget anything because he remembers every little detail in whatever he does. That's what makes him such a great cop.
They've been partners in justice and have moved up in the world, and right when I was born they decided to get married. I'm not complaining as I love my folks, but… why do they have to be so god damn justice orientated? It's not only ruining my life in high school but is also making others think I'm some valiant son destined to become a hero. That's another thing that's always bugged me. My parents are determined to make me follow their footsteps in becoming a law enforcer. Sorry, but I'm not really into the idea of becoming bacon. I've actually always wanted to become one of those guys who travel new, unexplored territories and charted them in a map. I know it's kind of a dreamer job but, hey, I'm still growing up, so get the hell out.
Though, instead of explaining who I am… maybe I should start with why I'm in a burning bank.