Light shown through the window. Fate would have it that my bunk had to be right next to the window and hit me right in the face with blinding lights. It was barely morning but there was no way I was going to be able to stay asleep in these conditions, so I decided to get up.

It had been nearly 10 years sense the accident. The police didn't know what to do with me afterwards. My father was nowhere to be found and I had no other family on record. I was immediately put into an orphanage run by a family of otters called the Ottertons. They where a nice enough group of mammals to me, but obviously we're not to having a fox in there home.I had been going in and out of foster home after foster home, from orphanage to orphanage.

Not one of them wanted me and the only excuse they had was that was a fox. I got a lot of those reactions from the families I want to over the years and got too feel all that prejudice from a young age. I couldn't understand why everyone hated me because I was a fox. Because of something I couldn't control. However now I know that these mammals will hate me no matter who I am, they will only see a shifty untrustworthy fox.

I grew to except that fact. That no parents will every want me. Well...now they won't have to worry about me. I was 16 now. In a couple years I'll be 18 and I won't be able to stay in the orphanage anymore. I'll have to go and try to live on my own. It's funny I was that like it's going to be a walk in the park, but I know that because I'm a fox I'll probably end up living under a bridge somewhere. I have no idea how I'll ever pay for food, let alone make money at all. But to be honest, at this point I'd rather be out there alone then here surrounded by hatred.

As I got up I walked out into the hall and into the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom had many sinks of different sizes in order to accommodate many different species. I went to the one my size and splashed some water in my face. The cold water did wonders at waking me up and getting the sleep out of my eyes. Of course that was the only moment of a calm refreshing feeling I would ever get in a usual day. As I lifted up my head and looked back in the mirror, in the reflection I say behind me was two rams and a large bull with a menacing smile. And they where close.

And so it begins.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the fox." Said the bull(who ironically called himself Bull). Like clockwork I was filled with annoyance and dropped head in a sigh. I was starting to bedome a routine to have them pick on me everyday and I was starting to become numb to it all.

Until they got physical.

In an instant I was turned around and pushed into the wall. "Hey, I'm talking to you FOX!" His ugly mug had adorned a crucked snarl and angry eyes. I know he was seconds away from doing what he came here to do and once again I was going to be going back to sleep right there on the bathroom floor. And if that was the case, there was no way I was going to let him enjoy this.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't understand you at first Bull. You see, I'm not that fluent in dumbass."I false apologetically replied with my hand on chest. The bull's face started to get red with anger. Good I thought, now for the lackeys.

"Not like your two friends here who I'm sure can't speak any other language considering they hangout with your poor excuse of a cow all day." With that, now they were all fuming. Bull now having pure rage on him face grabbed my shirt collar and reared back his fist as he picked me up off the ground.

"You think you're funny you little pest." He was seconds away from knocking my teeth. I started to tense up in anticipation when all of a sudden-

"Ehh-hmm!"

All of us froze at that moment and slowly turned our heads to the bathroom entrance. There, standing in the door way, was Mrs. Otterton. Oh Hallelujah i thought as my body relaxed and filled with relief. " Eugene, put him down this instant." She said with a stern voice and in a fraction of a second he let go of my shirt and let me fall to the floor.

"Yes Mrs. Otterton." His demeanor had pulled a complete 180. Now he was like a little kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Well...to be fair, he was only 10. His large size is only because of his species and he does what he can to take advantage of it. Until it comes to Mrs. Otterton. She may have been small, but she carried herself like a giraffe. She would seem to tower over everyone when she was mad, and it was terrifying.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop picking on Nicholas?" Her words made them all look down at there feet in shame. "If I catch any of you picking on Nickolas again you will be getting double chore duties for a month! Now go down stairs and get some Breakfast."

"Yes ma'am." The three said in unison as they walked out of the bathroom. As the bull reached the door, i decided to take the opportunity to get one last jab in.

"See you later, Eugene!" I shouted out to him. He stopped in the doorway to look over to me and give me a death glare. I could tell he was embarrassed as I heard his two ram friends snickering in the hallway.

Mrs. Otterton spoke up again. "Now!" And they all vanished. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, till Mrs. Otterton addressed me. "And you, Nicholas!" It was at that point the fear of Mrs. Otterton hit me. I sunk my head down into my shoulders and my ears pinned to the back of my head. "You can't keep egging him on like that. Every day I catch you two in a confrontation, and I'm running out of bandages in the first-aid kit to patch you up."

It's not like I start them I thought to myself. While my thoughts where saying one thing, I honestly did feel bad about upsetting Mrs. Otterton. Not that she was a mean mammal or anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was one of the few mammals that actually cared about me. Sure she was paid to do so by the government so I don't know how much was real and how much was an act, but sense it was the only kindness I got from...well, anyone really, I didn't want to ruin it.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Otterton." I said to her as I looked up to her slightly giving her puppy dog eyes. She gave me a sigh and walked up to me to put a hand on my cheek.

"What am I going to do with you, Nicholas." She said to me with a smile on her face. I know she wasn't supposed to choose favorites, but I did appreciate how kind and lenient she was to me. I didn't take advantage of it, but I did like being shone a bit of kindness every once in a while. "Now get going to the kitchen and get some breakfast." She said with a smile.

I gave her a smile back and responded back,"yes ma'am." I hoped up and walked out of the bathroom to head to the kitchen. I'm happy to have Mrs. Otterton in my life. I don't remember much of my mother, but if she were alive today, I would hope she was like her.

AN: never write when you are drunk and depressed. lol I hope you like this chapter. I still have a very loose view of where I want to go with this story, but i'll get there. I know it is pretty dark at the start but I guarantee it will get better, just stick around. Thanks for reading and i'll see you next time.