Chapter 1

I can accept failure, I can't accept not trying.

Michael Jordan


Have you ever been blamed for something you didn't commit? Well I certainly have. Everywhere I went from the age of five till I became a government figure. Any shop I was either kicked out, refused sale or given looks of scorn and hate. Sometimes I just left on my own free will.

At 5 years old I was smarter than the average 5 year old and Nick was smarter than the average 3 year old. We had to learn to adjust to the world around us and realise that we had to fight for everything we wanted to achieve. I had to learn about discrimination and prejudice, hated for the way that you are born. I also had to learn between right and wrong as well because any little thing I did and someone would call the cops.

I had to protect Nick from this because he was too young, too innocent.


5 Year Old Josh (3 Year Old Nick)

I was walking with my family through Savannah Central. We were on our way back home after going to the cinema to watch Jurassic Park. It was amazing even though Nick cried and screamed throughout because of the `big terrifying dinosaurs`. With Dad out of our lives we could finally be `happy`.

"Mum, can we have some sweets." Asked Nick. After about a minute she gave me a $5 bill and we were off to the nearest sweet shop. We walked in looking for anything that we would like unaware of the looks the shop owner was giving us. When I finally saw him he had a look of, you better not be stealing anything.

After 5 minutes we were ready to pay. "Sorry, you are not getting served." Said the shop owner, "Why not?" I replied. "Because you're foxes, you're probably going to take my products and sell them on at a higher price." That was a low blow. Calling a 5 year old a con artist just because he is a fox. "Come on Nick, we're leaving." "But we haven't even bought anything." "I know but I don't want to give mum's hard earned money to someone like that." With that we were gone and reunite with mum.

"I thought that you were going to get some sweets." Asked mum. "We were, that's if the owner wasn't an absolute lemon that refused to serve us just because we are foxes." "Would you just stay here for a while? I need to `talk` some sense into him."

Let's just say that the shop became a firm favourite and that we were never looked at again in the same light.


Thanks for the view. Sorry it took a while to upload but my files became corrupted so I had to rewrite the chapter couple with my exams that I sit next week so I have been revising. I will try to squeeze out another chapter but I am a busy person with lots of commitments and hobbies. Electric Fox, out.