These Questions...
These Questions...
Ferren was walking down the sidewalk back to his home with his dark blue fur being ruffled by the small breeze blowing down the street. Ferren was a Wolf he was 6ft dark night blue fur with an odd white crescent moon on his left side. He was gay and he was proud of it, most of his friends knew he was gay and so did his mother but she treated it like something that was just in the way. The wolf also with a pitch black spot over his left eye. He never knew who his real parents where because he was left in an orphanage when he was only a few weeks old. The wolf was in high school, a freshman; he had lived there almost all his life. His best friend was a pitch black wolf, 6ft 4, with a red eye and the other was white with a scar over it. His name was ironically Legion because he was a very depressing wolf but when you got to know him he was a really nice guy, exept for when he was depressed and in the mood to kill.
Ferren kept walking down mumbling to himself because of what happened that day. Today for him was complete hell. He got his cellphone taken away because his ass of a computer teacher seeing him try and shut it off for class. Also he got almost 4 hours of detention and ontop of that his mother was at a meeting that she had once a year so he couldent get picked up. What luck right? He still had about 20 minutes till he got home so he started to let his mind wander. Bad idea. Ferren had a interesting mind, it would always go for something bad and comvince him that it was going to happen. He started to think about his real parents, but he never knew them or if he even had a dad. After he whent over his thoughts over and over again he finally arrived home. As he stepped onto the porch his mom pulled into the driveway. He growled and punched the wall before entering the house. He ran up to his room and threw his backpack into the wall, where he usual throws it and sits on his bed staring at a black TV screen.
He sat there a lump in his thought, although he still never found out why he kept feeling this way. He kept stareing until he heard footsteps up to his door and he sighed. His mom walked into the room. She was very short 5ft 1 and she was a small rabbit, while his dad was a German shepherd that is 5ft 9.
"Hi honey how was school?" She asked
"Complete shit...." Ferren said back with a glare.
She looked at him and said with a worried voice.
"Why was that Ferren?"
"Where the fuck should I begin?" Ferren said then layer back on his bed, "Now please do me a favor and get the hell out."
She sighed and sat down next to him.
"Why wont you tell my anything?"
The wolf glared back at her and stood up, snarling at her.
"Because you never help none of you help!" Ferren yelled.
The wolf stormed out the his room and outside of the house to the garage. He needed to get away from this place for a little bit or else he might snap and do something he would regret. He slammed the door open of the garage and spotted his dads Yamaha 200 DualSport and grabbed the keys from the door and started the bike. He threw on a helmet and riding goggles and rode off. He needed to talk to someone. One name popped up into his head. Legion. He sped off down his dirt road ignoring the fact he was going 40 mph around the blind corners. After 20 minutes he arrived at his friends house. He walked up to the door and knocked. Legions mother answered the door and beckoned him in. Ferren just mumbled a hello and walked to his friend's room. Legion was sitting on his bed playing video games. Ferren playfully kicked the door a little bit to open it and yelled:
"TAKE IT BACK!" in an Arnold Swachenegger like voice that they always loved to impersonate.
Legion was sitting on his bed playing video games. The black wolf looked at him with a extremely confused face.
"Why hello there good sir!" Legion said in a funny voice and a hilarious smile. He turned down the Avenged Seven Fold song he was listening to and paused his game.
"So what bring you here bro?" Legion asked.
I looked at him and said.
"I just needed a friend to talk to because my mom is making my life miserable."
He asked why and I told him why. Halfway through my story he started to laugh, I glared at him which made him laugh even harder. Legion has always been one of those friends who laughed at your life problems but at the same time made you laugh at yourself. Ferren had known him sense 5th grade, when Legion was a less depressed wolf or just not as emotionally disturbed one could say. Legion moved his crap out of the way to let Ferren relax a little more. That's very rare for him to do that. Ferren hanged out with Legion for a few hour's playing ToySoldiersTM, and cracking penis jokes. That's right penis jokes....deal with it. As he departed from his friends driveway on his way home he thought what his mom was going to say or ask, but then he thought again that he doesn't care.
Ferren arrived home at 8pm. As he enterd the house pants and shirt dusty from the roads and some fun he had on the side. His mom ran to him and said:
"Where were you I worried sick!?"
The wolf just snarled and walked to his room slamming the door. He got to his laptop and stripped down to nothing but only a pair off gym shorts with nothing underneath. He lay on his bed blaring SlipKnot from his laptop like he always did. As he lay there he started to wonder. What else is there for there to be in his life? Love, probably not. A family, not a chance. He knew his life was just going to be another thrown away piece of trash of the world that will be left behind in the dust. As he thought about this his sleepiness caught up to him and within minutes he passed out.
A dream began to form in his head. He was in his backyard with his friends playing airsoft, like they rarely did anymore because of financial issues; Ferren was running with a G36c and a Scar -L on his back with goggles on. He kept running but he didn't know why. He tripped on a rock ledge and face planted. He grunted from pain and the impact. He heard footsteps and rolled onto his back aiming his gun at the direction of the noise. A wolf, which seemed to have a bit of bear in him, walked out of some bushes with cargo shorts on with nothing else grinning at him. Ferren looked at him with a confused look still laying there panting heavily. The wolf bear walked over to him and reached out a paw to him. The fur was about 6ft 4 with black fur with a white underbelly and seemed to have longish ears with red tips on them.
"Names Andrea seems that you where in a hurry."
Alright that's a short on a story I started to write tonight because my friends been helping me on some ideas, whose name in this is Legion and NO Andrea is not the character from my other stories he's just a character I love and is based off me. Oh and most of this stuff actually been happening to me the past week. Fun right?