A 16 year old girl was sitting on a dark red couch, flipping through random channels.

Nothing I want to watch is on. She thought to herself as she continued to flip through the random channels on her tv.

It was about dinner time.

She was waiting on her mother to announce when she could come into the kitchen.

All her homework was finished.

She was sure to at least get a grade on them.

Her stomach was growling a bit.

It would still be at least a few minutes before dinner would be ready.

The teenager began to tap her chocolate colored fingers on the couch, a hand scratching her head. It was itchy.

Her blonde hair parting for her to scratch her head.

Not much was happening in her life.

She supposed she should be thankful it was not filled with the drama that some people end up having.

Her father was, though, at a meeting, so he would be late.

She supposed he would get take out like every other time he was late like this.

He didn't have a really hard job.

Her mother worked at home, though. Which was good because when the occasional shit happens she's almost always there.

When she isn't, the teenager knows she can trust her one friend to be there for her.

She had others, it's just this one stuck by her no matter what.

She was even nice to the furries.

Stuff like that made people smile.

The teenager stopped on a channel.

Every show on the cursed TV were awful.

She was almost tempted to turn it off and get some exercise. Of course she restrained herself.

It would seem things would never change.

She turned the TV off, sighing.

She stood up, brushing off her black shirt, crumbs crumbling to the ground in a heap. She had been eating chips, and didn't bother to clean the crumbs off.

She neglected to vacuum the rug.

Whatever, the ants will find them eventually.

The scent of dinner wafted through the air.

Finally? She wondered, pondering if her mother was finally done with their meal.

Honestly anything would do at this rate, even the rug beneath her would do.

A sudden shout brought her attention to the kitchen, in which her mother was peeking at her from.

Her neck was practically against the wall.

The girl was surprised her mother hadn't decapitated her head yet.

"Frostine! Dinner's ready! Get your lazy butt in here, so that I don't have to keep swatting at this ridiculously adamant fly! Damn, it really wants to give us germs!" Her mother yelled.

Frostine snickered, half tripping with her first step.

"On my way, mother!" She exclaimed, walking into the kitchen with a smile.

Her mother gave her a tender smile, and then hugged her. She only used one arm, wrapping it swiftly and bringing her daughter to her.

"Have you still to destroy that pesky fly?" She teased her mom.

"That fly has been here so long I'm almost ready to consider it a part of our family."

Frostine snorted.

"What's for dinner?" She asked her mother as the fly flew around the room, buzzing about.

Her mother sighed deeply.

Did she explain what they were having beforehand and she just forgot?

She mentally slapped herself.

Of course!

She did forget!

"We are having moo ping with rice." Her mother informed her.

For some odd reason her family was odd with the food choices.

I would have guessed pizza. Frostine thought with a smile.

A plate was put down in front of her.

The moo ping was a Thai dish that her mother found out about and decided to make recently. This was only the second time Frostine has had this dish.

Yet, it was different than the stuff they usual have.

Her mother had to grill them on a special grill.

Basically it was Thai-styled grilled pork on a skewer.

Her mother explained it more, but hearing about it made her bored as heck and after that she stopped listening to the conversation. Something about marinating it in some kind of weird root?

Eh. It's not like I'm going to magically remember it.

Her mother had decided that since all they practically ate was pizza and donuts they needed to eat other things. Be at least a bit more choosy with the choices.

She told Frostine that her diet needed to change, and thus this weird creation that they adopted from Thailand happened.

It felt like it took way more work than just ordering pizza, and Frostine didn't understand her mother.

Was she too fat for her?

She thought she was fine even if she was slightly more plump than most kids.

But hey, at least she's eating and not letting the bullies in her High School taught her and being her down.

They're all just a bunch of judgmental racist pricks anyways.

Though it was only once, and her smack talk made them cry like a bunch of babies somehow.

All she told them was that attacking people wouldn't make their problems better.

After that things went back to normal.

And Frostine decided that normal was too boring.

But what more could there be anyways?

These days it's business and more business.

What possible adventure could there be?

Frostine thanked her mother for the meal, and grabbed a fork.

This is not better than pizza, she thought. But maybe if I believe hard enough, I will convince myself it's great, and that will satisfy everyone.

Frostine pulled the meat off the skewers. She didn't like the weird way skewers made you eat. She was defiantly OCD.

She started to chew on the meat. It tasted tough, yet chewy at ten same time.

It was really bland for Frostine tastes, though. She preferred things that had a lot of flavor in them, and didn't just taste like...meat and seasoning together.

Guess this proved she just enjoyed the taste of pizza better than whatever voodoo her mother was making her try and eat.

She finished her dinner, not even bothering to contemplate the taste any more than she had to.

She placed her plate in the sink. If she threw it in it would definitely break, and then her mom would be mad at her for breaking the China...again.

She made her way back to the TV.

She almost groaned at how boring her life was outside of school.

She wasn't the type of person who would be boring either. She had this aura around her that just made everything more fun, but there was something about her current situation that made her seem bland, and not at all what she wished.

The person she wished she could be would be someone who could make anything become a fun adventure.

Why don't I have more fun in my life? Frostine wondered, about to click the button on the TV when an ad that caught her attention.

It was a really strange ad. It had a weird robot on it that kind of appeared to be a species that's been dead for at least a century.

Frostine had always wished to see one.

Dogs.

It was a robotic dog.

The dog was sitting down, not paying much attention to anything, but the owner.

The dog looked...exciting.

Was this what her life was missing?

The pizzazz to make her life more special and fun?

The ad continued to play, demonstrating tricks and other things that ads do.

Frostine wasn't paying attention to the words. All she saw was the dog.

It wasn't exactly like a living one. It...or she had border collie shaped red ears. Her appearance was one of many dogs. Her tail was a black Labrador's. Besides that it seems most of her other parts were just metallic.

Her appearance still made her look pretty fluffy.

A fluffy girl!

The 'dog's' tail wagged as she glanced between two people: one male and the other—a more powerful looking—female.

The orange haired woman—she looked pretty scary to Frostine—ordered the dog around.

The dog changed into a different type of dog. Then continued to do so as the commercial rolled onwards.

The dog appeared friendly.

The ad ended, and Frostine smiled. She knew what, or who she was missing. A pet. And not some nasty, disease-carrying fly:on the walls, in the house, and everywhere you look.

She would have to beg her parents for it tomorrow morning before her father left for work.

Oh right, her father.

He was a very short man. Shorter than most of his coworkers at a very short height of 4'11.

Yep. He was a small man.

But despite his height he was actually very intimidating when he wanted to be.

Her mom was way taller than her father at, surprisingly, 6'1.

It was funny because both her mom and Frostine could look down on the man, but he was almost always more...in a way...the leader of their pack.

The sixteen year old girl continued to watch TV.

Her father would return approximately at ten or eleven pm.

He worked very late, but the pay was a lot.

This is why Frostine knew she could convince her parents to get the robot dog.

Because her father could never refuse her whenever she asked for stuff like this.

And she knew her life was getting boring and lonely when there was no one in the house.

It was rare when her mother or even her father was home early. Tonight was just one of those nights.

Maybe mom is just taking more time off. She theorized. Her mom has been making dinner at least once or twice lately for the past three weeks.

Her bed time was around eight-thirty, so she would have to be in bed in about two hours. Her parents were apparently getting older, so the sooner they ate—or at least her mother—the better. Something about indigestion being awful.

The rest of the shows on went by slowly. Since she's seen them so many times, they're getting more bland and boring as the days progress.

She wish something new would show up.

But maybe I won't need a new show if I can somehow make an adventure with this dog.

Eventually the clock turned to eight twenty, and she turned off the TV. She then went to her room, sitting on the bed.

Then she realized something: she forgot to set her alarm clock.

She then stood up to boringly set her alarm clock to six-thirty because she likes to wake up early.

Waking up early is not a normal teenage thing, but she likes to wake up in the morning before the day feel like it's going to pass her by swiftly.

She then went to the hallway and found the charger to her phone.

She enjoyed charging it and powering it completely off so no one was awake, and so she wouldn't have the temptation to watch constant videos of cute cats doing things.

Well, the past is the past.

Most tamable animals were extinct.

No one knew why.

There was just...some sort of animal disease, or something that was killing them.

It was really strange.

Frostine sighed.

Not wanting to think about the weird past, she walked back into her room. She shut all the doors for fear of an intruder who would be more sneaky sneaking into bedrooms with the doors wide open.

She then cuddled her sheets and blankets, giving it her all to try sleeping.

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Author's Note: Oh no it's the all too often authors note. Sorry, but I just want to apologize for the cringey-ness of this first chapter...I promise I'll try to make it less cringey and boring next chapter. Anyways, vote, comment, tell me what you think of everything, and enjoy.