Inner Struggle-prologue
#3 of Inner Struggle
** WARNING:**
_ This is my first story written in forever so take it easy on the criticism
this story contains romantic situations between gay anthropomorphic fictional characters, and if you don't recommend this to others I will bitchslap u!_
My family: The Taylor's
Chase-me
Blake-my lame little brother
Robert-dad
Ever since I was a pup I've always felt that I never really belonged in this world. At school I'm just a social outcast and at home I feel like I'm a mistake. Sometimes I wonder why I was placed in this awkward family. My brother Blake is a short brown bear with a sort of muscular build, (he takes after his father) while Im a lean grey wolf adopting more genes from my mother's side of the family. Our mom passed away when I was around 8 years old and Blake doesn't remember her much even though he's a few months younger. I'll miss the way she would scratch the fur under my chin then tuck my ear gently into my pillow every night when I went to bed, We as a family have learned to cope with her loss, that is..... except dad, and when Cheron (our mom) passed away he became a bloody wreck. The only thing that dad and I share in common is the fact that we both bottle in our emotions, and as for my pestilent little bro we wouldn't agree on a single thing if we didn't play video-games. The rest of the family likes sports, as for me.... I could care less. It's not that I can't play its just that I find them fairly boring.
I only have 3 friends at the moment who, like me, are 16 years old.
Tommy a well groomed golden retriever who listens to metal and smokes a lot of pot. Then there's Rachel she's a foxy kitten who lives right down the road from me and has known me since I was a pup. Lets not forget about my trusty laptop also known as the LAPTOP MASTA 3000 :P (I know its sad). Dad has never cared for my taste in friends. Maybe because Tom and I used to skip sunday school when we were 11 just to get lit or severely inebriated, which ended up getting both of us kicked outta catholic school where my brother still resides; not to mention that Rachel is into the whole goth thing. Tom is who I normally hang out with if I'm looking for trouble, but he is extremely unreliable. Rachel on the other hand is the most trustworthy I know. If I'm looking for a heart-to-heart or if i have a secret, she's priority one on my list of who I must talk to, you could say we're just meant to be.
Throughout middle school I noticed how much we all went through drastic changes (except for Tom that is). I used to have short blond hair until middle school Then I chose to dye it jet black sorta like Rach's. Tom who used to be sorta short ended up growing really fast while Rachel and I were late bloomer's. I'm the only one of us who possesses little or no talent. Tom is a monster when it comes to drumming while Rachel already has her future planned out. If I didn't have a computer and a journal, which I frequently update then I wouldn't have much to live for.