Frank's POV: I was hiding over the corner, trying not to be seen. I close my eyes tightly. Her face appeared in my image. I open my eyes. Reality. I shake my head in disbelief, as I walk to my first class. I had Science. I hadn't been in school since my master took me away from my parents. Yes, I said master. I have a backstory. My life wasn't Floating Cake, or whatever they call it. Anyways, my parents discovered that at age 3, I had a special gift. The gift of a Psychic.... I was able to see glimpses of the future and other things, like sensing feelings.

Well, I didn't actually live in America. Even though I was 3, my parents never taught me how to speak. I used to live in Russia. Well, during some terrorist attacks, my father died protecting me and my mother. They came and hit my mother's head and she went unconscious, leaving me out of her arms. Then a shadowy looking Fox appeared and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. I was 3, unknowing my torture had only begun.

After the war, we fled to America. Where he taught me true English. Every time I spoke in accent, he slapped my mouth. He didn't need me speaking Russian, leading police in suspicion. So, I learned better English. But, I had a hint of Russian, so I was silent for years... I promised myself that I would only speak when I needed to speak.  Well, I became a troubled kid, having to do chores and be a slave to my master and be an average kid in society.

I kept getting in trouble on purpose... Just to get away from my master. He is a black and grey Fox named Foxy..  Familiar? Yeah, My original name was Franky, but My master named me after him. It's a stupid name. Trust me, I know. So, when I kept getting in trouble, I went to a Juvenile detention. I was so happy. Then I ended up doubling my sentence up. I had never been so grateful in my life, except for punishments. You are usually cleaning up somewhere.

My purpose at this school is to learn, but to also be a part time janitor. I went to the office and told them the things. They gave me a smirk. They handed me a couple of cleaning stuff, and I started my first cleaning after school. I sta the stuff in a Janitors Closet and went to Science. I walk in and a silence came from the class. They were partnered up. Some test tube experiments, perhaps. I barely understood the teachers writing. I only knew Russian words. The English words looked like signs that have squiggles and shapes.

I gave the yellow note to the teacher and he read it. He was a grey bunny. He eyed me and told me to sit at table 5. What is a table 5? I think. I take two steps forward and turn to the teacher. He looks at me funny and repeats it. I look at the signs that have weird signs on them. The class started snickering. I look over my shoulder at the teacher for help. He face palms. Then a tall, purple bunny sighs and waves his hand. Oh.. that's table 5? I walk over, my chains clicking.

I plop next to him, smiling. He sighs and then the teacher said something about atoms. What are atoms? I think. But I kept quiet. I watch the bunny copying the signs that the adult was writing. I tilt my head sideways, trying to understand. After awhile of watching, he stops suddenly and slowly peers at me. I look at him. He looked at me like I was creep, or something. "Could you not stare at me?" He says. I blink and look down at my brown khakis.

Then all of a sudden, the Bunny nudges me," We, uh.. have to do this, together." I look on the counter and see some test tubes. One was a pink liquid. I went to grab it, knocking over a blue one. The liquid burns through the table. I quickly stand up,as the class hooted with laughter. The teacher shushed the class and looked at me like I did something bad., I lower my ears.

This school is so complicated. When a bell rang, I trudged to my next class, holding my hands close, because of the cuffs. I walked to computer class. Then, I saw her. The girl...