Confused Chapter 1
My name is Holly. Normal is not a word that is used to describe me. But words like weird, or freak, now those are words that I am used to hearing. I’m not like everyone else, I’m different. I’m not completely human, I’m actually only part human. I am what the world calls a “furry.” Though I prefer to not be called that, but people don’t care, they say it because it hurts.
I have only slight physical differences. Like the ears, tail and snout of a wolf. Oh and I’m also covered in short, white fur. I have hair like an average person but it’s white, always has been, and always will be. I mean unless I dye it. Which doesn’t look good, trust me. My feet are like the back paws of a wolf, but my hands are like that of a human’s. Except mine are covered in fur and have soft, light pink colored pads.
My parents died a few years ago, leaving me the house, and all of their money. They were murdered by a man who didn’t like what my family is. I wasn’t home when they were murdered. I was told I was lucky, but I don’t feel lucky. I am an only child, so I get pretty lonely during the week. I have friends, and a boyfriend, but they are the kind of people who like anthros. They love me for, well, me.
School has never been easy for me, even though I make straight A’s. Passing isn’t the problem, but living every single day hearing people call you a freak or say that I’m such an ugly bitch. Well, speaking in technical terms, that last part can be found to be true. I hide my emotions from all of the other students at school, because if they found out that what they said actually did hurt me, they would be encouraged to do more.
My friends are simple people, mostly gamers and people who are anthros just like me. My friend Lily stays with me on the weekends, and my boyfriend Tim comes home with me every night, but leaves at around eight. They make my life a little bit easier to deal with. They protect me from other people, and comfort me when I’m hurt. I love them.
Lily is like a sister to me, she is always there for me. She has decent grades in school, but has the attention span of a fish. She can’t focus on one thing for more than five minutes. She loves the outdoors, oh and she is one of my human friends. She wishes badly for the world to come to its senses and realize that anthros are intelligent and deserve to be treated just like everyone else.
Tim is an anthro, like me, but is black instead of white, and isn’t a wolf, he’s a feline. He is just too adorable when he purrs, his tail is so long. He just knows how to make me smile and laugh. If it wasn’t for him I would probably be dead by now. I would have probably killed myself.
I have more than just living friends, I have hundreds of these friends, and they are books. I enjoy reading, it is something that I always do. Books are worlds within themselves, they allow me to escape reality and to live in a whole new place. I can read six hundred page books in about four days. It takes Tim a month to read that much, but he is getting better now that he has been with me for two years.
The librarians know me, but don’t really like me much. They only gave me a library card because they have to, and they can’t ban me from the library because it would cause most of the people that come in to stop coming because most of the people that do go in are my friends. They know books give me a sense of, I guess you could say security or protection. They tried to start a petition to have me banned. They said that I shed hair all over the place. But when only a handful of people signed it, they gave up.
College is something I want to do, though getting accepted is something that is easier said than done. Anthros have gone to college before, but had to fight to prove that they could do it. It is even harder for us to find jobs. Jobs are not openly available for anthros. Most companies don’t hire us because of the fact that nine out of ten people hate us. Humans aren’t ready to admit that they aren’t the only living thing that can talk, walk, learn, and understand. They can’t do the last one very well. They seem to have lost their ability to understand.
Attending college would prove to the rest of society that anyone can go into the world and come out on top. Some enter into it bent on destruction, others on peace and prosperity, then there’s me. I am bent on proving a point to the world, I plan to make it known to the world that Anthros are not to be used only for sex and cheap or free labor. Most anthros aren’t free like me and Tim are, most are servants and are sold as sex things that people can buy and use at their disposal. The world is sick in many ways, but this one takes the cake in my book. To me there is nothing more disgusting than people who indulge themselves in buying a living thing, human or anthro, just to pleasure themselves.
This is my life. This is what I live with. This is who I am.
