It was another hot day in the state of Florida. The day hadn't been much different from any other Sunday. Summer had officially started yet she had to dress up every Sunday for church. The little girl didn't see the point in going to a place to watch someone talk. There was always too many old people that loved to pinch her chubby cheeks. But this Sunday had changed. The girls' father promised that if she didn't put up a fight or cry about putting on a dress and if she behaved all through church then they would go to the Orange Park Flea Market. A ten minute drive from where she lived.

She remembered what that morning was like. It had turned eight A.M. and they were all eating breakfast. Her step mom braided her hair down her back. She said that she looked adorable in her new dress. A simple blue cotton dress with short sleeves and her classic black dress shoes went perfect with it. The only thing that stood out were her hazel eyes that looked slightly brown to her step mother. The girl on the other hand never understood the concept and didn't bother to know why either. After she ate and got dressed, her and her parents sat ont the couch to watch the early morning news. Now that is what captivated her. The woman and man spoke briefly about all kinds of topics. From another school shoot to local weather to the anthropomorphic race being accepted in society. Words like that are what she called "fancy" since she was only in the first grade.

She wasn't a typical child. Smarter than most children her age, faster, and a bit more hyper. She's also a animal. The little girl is apart of the anthropomorphic race. Or what people like to call them "Furries", or "Fury". There were groups here and there all over the world that were discriminating against the newly discovered race. Even at school there were kids that would flick her ears, stomp on her tail and even stick gum in her hair or fur. On some days she would come home crying. Her father and step mother would go up to the school and not leave until something was done about it. Though the bulling only got worse when they found her completely alone. The girl wanted to some day help those people, to be a hero like the police officers were, and fire fighters too.

One day she'll prove to the world that she has what it takes to survive. For now though, she'll just enjoy a day at one of her favorite places in the world. For a kid her age, the world is only so big in so many ways.

Once the van came to a complete stop, she shot off her seat belt and opened the door. She attempted to climb out of her car seat but her dress kept getting caught. She was getting mad awful quick. Two big hands lifted her up and out of the vehicle. The pair of hands belonged to her father. One of very few humans that had fury children. To them and the people who are raising them, they're just kids with different needs.

Looking up at him, seeing the smile on his face made her smile. Smiling is just like the flue, anyone can catch it, she thought once. He set her down and closed the door before grabbing her hand. Her step mother grabbed a hold of her free hand and the walked to the pay booth together.

"Can I pay this time?" She asked her father.

"I don't see anything wrong with that." his gruff voice was soft. That told her he had been in a good mood and that is always a good thing in her book. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up dollar and put it in her hand. "Don't lose this." The stand was only a short distance away. When they came up to the bald black man sitting behind the counter, she stood on her tip toes and stretched her her arm out to put her dollar on top.

"One ticket please." She politely asked the man, even if she couldn't see him.

"Well since you asked so nicely, here you go. One ticket for one little girl." He stood up and handed the girl her ticket. Her smiled widen as she told the man thanks and showed it to her parents. They smile and paid for their tickets and their son's ticket.

The boy was only three years younger than her. He didn't talk around her, or ever really. Though he did laugh and cry and respond to people whenever they'd ask a question. He reached his black little hands up, wanting to be picked up by his mom. She did pick him up and he laid his head on her shoulder, growing tired all of a sudden. The little girl on the other hand was fully fueled and ready to go. She handed her ticket to the old chinese lady standing on the other side.

For the next hour they had walked around, looking at all the different things. Dream catchers and wooden figures, kids toys, paintings and vases and jewelry, and there was one for cartoons. She loved to watch them. The fat man that sat behind the glass casing had black hair and small rectangular glasses. He told her about a character named Goku, and another one name Nami. She asked her father if she could get one. They seemed to have a debate about which one she should get. In the end she Goku. The man handed her father the boxed figure as he gave him the money, then gave the box to her.

"Thank you daddy." She said excitedly.

"Well I'm not going to be able to do that all the time okay?"

"Okay."

She then looked on the other side of her to find a variety of art supplies. A very large middle aged woman sat behind the three tables. There was differently shaped pencil sharpeners, cool looking pens, and some sketch books.

"Next weekend can I get something from here?"

"How about this. Daddy gets the expensive stuff you want and mommy will get you whatever from this stand. Sounds good?" Her voice was that of an average woman. Soft spoken yet firm.

"Yeah, that sounds just about right." He laughed at her expression and laughed even more as she insulted him.

"You are such a harasser. I swear it if I wasn't alive." she laughed. She looked down to see their little girl missing. "Where the hell did she go?" They looked around to spot her blue dress, and it was heading towards a large red barn in the middle of the market.
The girl causally walked up to a boy sitting alone beside the barn. He looked sad so she decided to go introduce herself. She thought that maybe he just needed a friend. The closer she got to him to more she saw all the little details about him. The blotch of white wasn't fur, it was a wrap. That made more sense since she could see the blood seeping through the bandages. His left eye is what was covered. His left arm was casted and in a sling.

"Hi there." she said softly. He didn't even look up. How rude, she thought to herself. "Are you okay?" Nothing. "Wanna be friends?" She asked. Still nothing. A uniformed man came over to her.

"Hey kid, where's your parents?" He asked nicely. For a moment there she thought she was in trouble.

"Over there." she pointed to the art table straight across the grass. "I just wanted to see if he wanted to be friends. He looked like he could use one."

"That's nice of you sweetheart but I'm going to send you back to your mom and dad okay? Today's just not a good day right now."

"Okay."

"Why don't you come back next week and see how things are going then okay?"

"Okay. Bye-bye." She said a lot chipper then the last one. She waved goodbye to the boy sitting by himself. He didn't acknowledge her at all, though that didn't mean he didn't hear what she said. The boy simply continued to stare at the un moving Earth beneath him. This is his temporary home. He hopes she does come back next week. He could use some company right about now. From the corner of his eye he could make out that she kept looking behind her to see if he was looking after her just yet. He wasn't. Probably never will either. For now, he just wished for the day to be over with.