Chapter 1. Our story begins.
#1 of The best years of your life.
Pulling into the large school parking lot, there seemed to be the only one there. Putting his truck into park, he turned the music up and closed his eyes.
He was an average husky, well a little more than average. His size in hieght wasn't that bad, but he did have a bit of a gut on him. He wasn't huge, just a little big, but he didn't let it hold him back.
Sitting up in his chair, he looked over as one of his friends pulled up. Pulling the brim of his cap down, the husky looked into the cab of the large red truck. Smiling at the other husky he rolled down his window having noticed the new arrival had his down already.
"Hey man, whats goin on?" He asked in his southern drawl.
"Not much, get to leave early today. Goin fishin with my dad." THe shorter husky lent across the truck's cab.
"Well Ryan, good luck." He said as he rolled his window back up and returned to his peacefull state of thought.
Ah Ryan, he was the son of a waterman on the nearbye bay. Not much shorter than himself but still a good lookin kid in all aspects. Ever since he had accidently saw the other huskys sheath in the locker room, he had been a little curious. But Ryan wasn't even bi, let alone gay he thought. But for all he knew, he wasn't either. Ryan had a girlfriend, but she was a real bitch and he couldn't figure out why the two were still together.
Shrugging off his feelings as more and more cars pulled into the student parking area. There were cars of all shapes and colors.
A large suv pulled up beside him and he turned down the radio in his truck and looked over. Rolling down his window, the large husky looked into the truck on his left.
Yelling at the seemingly sleeping occupant, the driver of the suv shouted out the window.
"Hey Jim, wake up!!"
Cocking his eyebrow as he looked over through his passenger side window, he knew who it was immediatly. Only one person called him Jim. Rolling down the window, he spoke to his friend.
"Hey marty, how'd the race go?"
Chuckling a little at the thought the dark blue and white husky answered, still yelling over the music.
"Pretty good. We got the camaro up into the nines. And on thursday we are going to take 'er down to MMR."
Shaking his head, Jim laughed. Marty knew that he didn't know anything about drag racing, all he knew was that they had a nice car. Now Marty was a husky just like Ryan and himself. He was even roughly the same size as Jim, they had even been mistaken as brothers when they played on the soccor team.
He had attended this school for about three years now and was ending up his junior year. The rest of the kids had for the most part accepted him, but he still screwed up every now and then. All throughout his life, he had been the new kid, the one everyone got their pleasure from his pain. These two friends of his were the first two who had accepted him right away and they had become good friends.
Rolling up the windows in the truck he turned his radio down and grabbed his pack. Looking around for a pen, he lifted open the center consol and grabbed one. Slowly closing it he took his keys out of the ignition and clipped them onto a belt loop on his jeans.
Opening the door to the truck he stepped out of the cab letting his boots hit the wet asphalt. Wipping his shirt off he shut the door and walked to the back of the truck.
Stepping into the wet grass, he shut the tailgate and walked over to the side of the suv. Leaning on the door he made small talk with his friend until it was time to go.
Walking down the small hill with his two friends he sighed. It had been raining off and on for the past week and a half and he couldn't wait for it to stop. The rain kept him from leaving the hell hole he called his house. In all reality he had an average life in terms of possessions and in the way of friends.
Yes he had had girlfriends in the past. But he had never fallen in love. He had said those three little words, but never really put full meaning into it. He always had said it because thats what girls wanted to hear. Not some guy stammering to find the words to express his feelings, but that he "loved" them.
Walking into the main parking lot, the three huskys looked out over the lot filled with cars and furs running around with their children. Shaking his head he paid them no attention as the three walked up the steps leading to the entrance.
Grabbing the handle on the large glass door, the husky steps inside and into the office alone. Stopping at the desk he just stared for a minute in thought. He heard the lioness behind the desk clear her throat.
"Jimmy, your at school now, your in the right place." She said jokingly at him.
Looking down with a smirk, he just chuckled as he hung his keys on the rack. Walking out of the office, he looked out among the junior and senior locker area. Walking to the middle of the lockers, he began to put the combination in.
Noticing a feeling of being watched, he turned his head as he opened his locker, seeing a red fox standing next to Ryan.
"Hey Mitch, how's the crops?"
Smiling his signature smile, the fox looked at him and answered in a happy tone.
"Well were doin pertty good, got seventy-five acres of white corn and fifty of soy. That tractor we bought off ya'll is workin good."
He smiled at the fox. This is what he knew. Farming, not racing, not cars, or motors, but how to farm and be usefull with his paws.
"Hopefully it serves ya as well as it did us."
Sliding his pack off, he hung it in his rather clean locker. It was surprising to him just how clean it was cause his room certainly wasn't.
Looking back at the fox, he spoke in his very entrancing southern drawl.
"Someone has been stealing fertilizer from our tanks again."
At that moment Marty, looking through a motor magazine, walked up beside Jim.
"Why would anyone steal fertilizer?" He asked looking up from the magazine.
Laughing to himself, the fox looked at the husky a little proudly as he raised his arm.
"Why would anyone name a puppy Marty?"
Shaking his head at the fox he tapped his freind on the shoulder trying to let him know it was alright.
"People use it to make meth Marty."
Shutting his locker, he walked off to homeroom, the three other furs trailing behind him.