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The looming weathered down arches appear into view, the yellow marble gleaming in the pale sun. My ears were flat to my head as cover the two fuzzy objects with a hood, the gray fabric altered the contrasts with the happy pavement and the depressed façade of the hoodie. I sigh and look down; of course the pavement was rainbow colored. This is a school for the unusu-I mean the special; meaning that you're homosexual or live in a lifestyle contradictory to the ideas of society. I shouldered my backpack and grasp the handles of my suitcase. I sighed and saw I was the only fur in this area.

In this society there was three main classes: The working class. The furs in this class are born and raised to work. The many jobs in this group were hard labor, but they did pay very well. The customs for the working class children were that they were put in a training course every year when they turn six. This determined what kind of job they would have. If by the time they were thirteen and haven't found the job they were destined to have, then they were sent to a different part of this city.

This would then lead to the upper class, the laid back of the three groups. They're usually involved in more mental, less strenuous labour. It's believed to be the better class, even though it's full of the most narcissistic, egoistic assholes with an Oedipus Complex.

Then there's me. At a young age in every family, in any class there was a test you had to take. This test determined what your kind of thinking is going to be like. My test said that I would be shy, quiet, reserved, easily angered and able to hold in everything, not able to trust easily, easily hurt and scarred, reflective and long lasting memory, and the biggest life changer: homosexual. They say it's nothing to be ashamed of, yet they erected a special school for 'us'.

I just stood there, looking at the arches, unable to move. I started to shake and I squeezed the the handle as the visions I often had took hold. Every time I thought about this they took hold. My vision darkened and I lost all feeling in my body. My perception of reality was become skewered. I doubled over and groaned. The last thing I felt was my knees hitting the concrete, my paws slipping from the handle. Then it took hold.

A gentle paw on my shoulder willed me not to struggle. I didn't know this person at all, and yet I was being forced to stay still. It was a serene feeling, yet I was panicking inside. I could smell mint and strangely bleach. I didn't know what would happen, but I was blindfolded and strapped down by smooth feeling bonds.

"Everything is going to be fine. Just relax your muscles and don't move." A soft sweet voice spoke, seeming to be female. Why should I trust this person? I didn't know her. I don't admit easily but I was so scared. I felt like a freak! No one in the Cadoree family was like me! They were proud, brave, strong, hard earning family in the working class! No one was homosexual and they found their jobs within two years! It took me eight years! They allowed me to take it an extra year, but in the end I failed! When I was nine I took the test to see what your like when you're older, and they wait to take you away. They take you away when you're fifteen. I had two years to live with the shame with my family.

I could feel tears well up, the situation suddenly worse. I shivered and gasped, the doctor put a paw on my chest and pushed.

"Calm down please. I heard about your abuse with the Cadoree family, but you need to calm down." She said cautiously. I shook my head and arched my back, the bonds seeming to be unrelenting. I tried to tear off the blindfold, yielding no success. I wailed and tried to break free. Memories zoomed by in my mind.

My own mother scowling, my father growling. "No damned son is going to be like you. Your weak! Pathetic! I hope that school tears at you!"

Tears spilled, wetting the blindfold. I heard a clicking sound and the doctor saying something frantically. All I could make out was, "Zachary Cadoree" and "Sedated NOW!" I could feel a pair of paws push me down trying to calm me, but to no avail. I wailed and screamed, much of it lost to me to what I was screaming about. I heard doors open and a cart rolling. Furs were rushing in, and I was terrified.

Two more paws forced down my shoulders, and more paws keeping my head straight. I screamed and fought, but I wasn't strong enough. I felt something being stabbed into my neck, and it felt like fire. The needle was withdrawn, and the paws let go, seeming to wait for something to happen. I screamed more and more, my own mind creating horrible scenarios, fueling the intense fit I was happening. I didn't know what caused it, but it was happening.

My body went numb, my legs unwilling to respond to my thrashing about. Then I lost all feeling below my waist, the hysteria getting worse. My arms went numb and a let out a gurgled cry. I felt lightheaded and dizzy, my mind sluggish and slow. I let out one last long breath before my mind was forced into a darkness by that drug forced into me. My breathing slowed and I went limp

My eyes shot open and I let out a yelp. I didn't register what happened until I felt the cold hard ground, hitting it suddenly making my breath rush out of me. I groaned and looked up. What I saw was another male wolf standing over me, his orange fur gleaming in the sun coming from a skylight above. Wait, a skylight? When the vision started I was outside, but now I'm inside the building. I looked around, and thankfully it wasn't as cheerful inside as it was outside. I saw my bag was on the other wolf's back and my suitcase was in his paw.

"You alright?" His voice said with uncertain tone. It was a little deep and filled with worry. He looked down and crouched over me. His paws hovered over my neck and stomach, his bright red eyes gazing into mine. "I'm going to check if your alright. I'll place my paws on your chest, and then your neck. By they way, what happened? When I came in, you were thrashing about, unconscious and muttering something. It looked like you were having a seizure, but no fluids." He did in fact place his paws where he said he would, and I didn't like that at all.

I rolled away from him and sat up. "Please don't touch me again. I am fine, nothing you need to worry about. Let me guess, you're from the high class? Doctor I am to presume?" I said curtly. Yes he did have good intentions, but I couldn't trust him. My left arm burned terribly, but I didn't let my discomfort show. I shakily stood to my feet and stared at him.

He stood up and looked down. "S-Sorry. I didn't know. Y-Yeah, doctor and therapist. I was unsure what was wrong." He muttered something and turned away. "I-I'll see you later." He put down my backpack and started to briskly walk away. Ten paces away from his original spot, he broke into a run, his body low and centered to make him run even faster.

I felt like utter crap now. I stood up and brushed myself off. I picked up my backpack and retrieved my suitcase. I saw the other dash around a corner, far off. The burning ceased and relief washed over me. I shook my head and looked around. "Damn it!' I cursed quietly. I had no idea where I was supposed to go, but I won't ask. Besides, who could I ask? No one was around, and the only one I had spoken to ran off. Just thinking about him made my arm burn up again, and something felt off. I really can't describe how I felt, but here's as close as I could get: It felt like something small was trying to shift under a huge pile of glass. And I was the something. It hurt, and it stung just thinking about him.