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Orrys had never really felt like he fit in. He came from a rather large and prominent family, and all of them seemed to have their own talents. His siblings always got perfect grades in school, were on every sports team and participated in every extra curricular. His parents expected nothing short of perfection and excellence from each and every one of their six children, and they led by example.

But Orrys was never really perfect or excellent at anything. He spent his school days barely understanding his lessons, sitting on the bench at each sporting event and getting kicked out of every extra curricular. His siblings always made fun of his complete and utter lack of skill. He was disheartened and felt so very isolated. So, during his free time, Orrys did the only thing he really knew how to do. He dreamed.

In the land of dreams and imagination, Orrys was amazing. He was smarter than most of the friends he made. He had enough energy to play and run all day long. He had friends and was loved unconditionally by them. He spent all of his mindless hours frolicking among the trees in the vast forest of his imagination with a herd of deer, or through the quiet meadows of his dreams with a pack of dogs. And he was never alone, never left to feel inferior to half a dozen siblings and perfect parents. He had the creatures of the forests and meadows to keep him company.

Orrys had been escaping to his land of make believe for almost a year when he first started to get questioned by his parents. It had taken much longer than it should have for them to notice that their son wasn't doing as well as they expected. They wanted to know why he wasn't doing as well as his siblings in all of his classes. They wanted to know why he wasn't the star player on any of his sports teams. They wanted to know why he wasn't in any of the same clubs his siblings were in. And above all, they wanted to know why he was so inferior to everyone else in the family. Orrys was ashamed of his lack of skill and talent, but told his parents outright that he wasn't any good at any of it, school or sports or clubs. They refused believe him; they were certain that he was simply being lazy, and laziness was something they just could not tolerate.

"Since you can't be bothered to maintain your grades yourself, we're getting you a tutor for your lessons. Just so we are clear, the tutor is not there to teach you, that is what your teacher is for. Your tutor will act as a babysitter for you, making sure that you are doing all of your homework. He will check over the work and if it is not done to perfection, you must start all over again. He will ensure that this happens until the work is absolutely flawless.

"In addition to the tutor, we will be investing in a personal trainer for your sports training. It is obvious that you are too lazy to keep in shape enough to play on any of your teams. The trainer will push you to run the fastest, jump the highest, and to do all maneuvers flawlessly. Each time you fail, you must start everything over again. This will continue until you cease your laziness and succeed the way we expect you to. Finally, you will spend every extra moment you have with you siblings, learning all there is to know about the clubs you should be in, so that the faculty will allow you to rejoin those clubs that you so carelessly let yourself be kicked out of. Do you understand me young man?" Orrys' father stated, a frown on his lined face.

Orrys was not looking either of his parents in the eye. His father cleared his throat and the fifteen-year-old boy looked up into his harsh eyes. "I understand, father."

"Your current behavior is absolutely deplorable. I can't imagine what the neighbors must think, seeing you lazing about when you should be learning and bettering yourself. You will never be able to get into an Ivy League college with your current grades and extracurriculars. If you do not get yourself into an Ivy League college, not only will you be removed from our will, but you will also be thrown out on your ear to fend for yourself. And let us not fail to mention that without an exemplary education, you will never be able to get a job that will pay you anything of note and allow you to hold your head high in polite society. In short, if you do not shape up, you will amount to nothing. You will cease to exist in this family, do I make myself clear?" Orrys' mother continued.

Orrys looked away from his mother and down at the ground, scuffing the toe of his designer sneakers against the rug. He knew his mother was waiting for him to respond, but he was on the verge of tearing up in front of her. Once again his parents made him feel out of place, like he was scum and the rest of them were angels of the highest order. It was getting to him, and he didn't know how much more he could take.

"I understand, mother. I will meet with the tutor whenever you think it's best, the trainer when my lessons are finished, and my siblings when I am not training or in school. I appreciate all you are doing for me."

"You had better. I am not wasting all of this money, time and effort just to see you land yourself in a dead end job as the mockery of all our peers." Orrys' father sneered.

"We could just leave you to your pathetic fate, however, appearances must be upheld. We cannot have the neighbors wagging their tongues about our family. If you do not raise your grades to the highest in your class, make star player in every sports team, and rejoin each and ever extracurricular your siblings are in, we will throw you out with no thought to your well being. Do you understand me, boy? I am not going to pour a single ounce of myself into a child who doesn't appreciate what I am trying to do for him."

"Yes mother, I understand. I'll get my grades up, and try harder at the sports and clubs. Again, thank you."

Orrys' parents gave their most pathetic offspring a final look of disappointment and turned away from him, returning to their studies to finish up whatever work they had brought home with them. Orrys was shot through the heart. This was all just further proof that he didn't really matter to anyone. He quickly climbed up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door quietly and falling on his bed.

Just once, Orrys wanted to feel like he mattered to someone. He wanted to belong and be accepted for who he was, not for who everyone wanted him to be. As the young boy was crying into his pillow, his door opened. Jackson, Orrys' oldest brother, entered the room.

"Crying again, Orrys? Why don't you just grow up? If you stopped fooling around and daydreaming all the time, you might actually pull in decent grades. I know you're barely smarter than a lamp post, but it's the effort that counts. You've given up, and mom and dad can see that. You're never going to get them to love you if you don't even try to make them happy. How selfish are you?"

Jackson's words were harsh, but deep down, Orrys felt like they were true. He wasn't trying. He was just lazy and stupid. Even his younger sisters could get better grades than him, and in the same classes. Orrys turned away from Jackson and started sobbing harder into his pillow. His older brother scoffed in disgust and left the room.

After that talk with his brother and a good cry, Orrys swore that he was going to do better in his lessons. He was going to pay closer attention to what the teachers were saying, ask questions if he didn't understand, and spend more time on his school work. For about a week, that seemed to work a little better than simply muddling through. His tutor still harshly graded his assignments and made him start them over and over again, but by the end of the week, it was taking him less time to get to a passable finished product.

The sports were another matter entirely. Orrys was spending so much time on his schoolwork that he was actually doing worse at the physical activity. He was running laps for hours, continuously falling and hurting himself. He was made to run obstacle courses, do jumping jacks and push ups, all before spending time with his siblings. He was exhausted every night and felt like each and every one of his limbs were going to fall off. And even with all of the work he was putting in, there wasn't ever a positive change.

Every night, just before he fell asleep, Orrys would cry into his pillow. His heart was breaking a little more every day, seeing how much he still sucked compared to his siblings, even with all of the hard work he was putting in. He held tight to his security toy, a little plush black dog, and cried his little heart out. He just wanted to be loved and accepted for who he was.

By the end of the school term, the only thing that had improved was Orrys' grade point average. Before his parents had scolded him and hired the tutor, Orrys was barely getting a C in each of his classes. Following his months of hard work, he was proudly pulling in A's. However, because he was still failing in his sports and extracurriculars, his parents were planning on following through with their threat.

"You aren't trying hard enough. It seems that you don't care about this family, or your place in it." Orrys' father said.

"And so, just like we promised, we're striking you from our will and putting you out. Tonight. I will not have a ne'er-do-well living under the same roof as myself. From this moment on, you are no longer my son." Orrys' mother continued.

"You are only allowed to take two changes of clothes with you. Anything else is legally our property. I want you gone in twenty minutes. And you best not bother your siblings. I will not having you bring them down with you. Go." Orrys' father finished.

Orrys ran up the stairs and into his room, grabbing a pillowcase to stuff his clothes into. He left all of his toys, game systems, pictures and things where they lie. The only other thing he grabbed was his stuffed dog. He wouldn't leave it, no matter what his parents said. He picked up the puppy plush and tossed it far out the window, beyond his parents yard into a bush. Making sure he knew which bush it landed in, he made his way back down stairs.

His parents were standing just where he had left them. They stopped him before he left and looked through the pillowcase. He was actually surprised that they let him take that, too. With a sharp nod, they both pointed out the door. He was no longer welcome in the Campbell house.

Tears began flowing down the young boy's face. He had no home, no family, and no reason for existing. His heart was shattered, his will mostly broken. He quickly ran down the path towards the bush in which his little dog was waiting. He wasn't sure exactly where he was going to live from now on, but he thought he should at least go somewhere familiar for the night. He angled himself towards the nearby park and began running.

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By the time the young boy reached the park, the sky was already darkening to shades of deep purple and blue with just a few hints of pink at the horizon. It looked as if a few storm clouds were rolling in from the east, promising a cold night. Looking around, Orrys tried to determine where the best place would be to sleep. The whole playground was covered in bark chips, and he had no blanket to soften their sting. Beneath the smallest slide there was a bit of black top instead of wood. He chose that spot as the best to sleep.

Sitting down under the smallest slide, Orrys set down his things. He placed the pillowcase full of his clothing under the smallest part of the slide as a pillow and curled in a ball to let his tears out. His little black puppy plush was held tightly to his chest. That scruffy thing was the only thing that understood him and never judged. Orrys cried because he felt so unloved by those who were supposed to love him most. He cried because no one really wanted him around. He cried because he was different from everyone he knew, and he was taught that being different meant you weren't worth anything. Closing his eyes as tights as they would go, Orrys cried out his sadness, his frustrations, and his wishes.

"I wish there were some place I could go where I was loved for who I am. I wish I could fit in to a community who understands what it's like to be different. I wish I didn't have to live up to anyone's expectations anymore. I wish I could be free of this stupid life and all the stuff that comes with it. I wish I could be better than I am. I wish I could find love." Orrys rocked back and forth in his ball, crying and wishing with all his little heart. In his arms, his plush puppy's eyes gave a faint, knowing twinkle.

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Slowly, two little eyes opened to take in the world. First one brown orb cracked opened and noted that the sky was a deep cerulean blue and the sun was shining high above. Cautiously, the other brown eye opened and noted that there were lush green trees overhead forming a canopy of sorts. Even with all of the new sights, it took several moments for Orrys to realize that he was no longer curled in a ball under the slide, and instead was lying on his side in a soft meadow of cornflowers.

As he yawned and blinked his small brown eyes, several new sounds assaulted his sensitive ears. The sounds of birds chirping high above in the trees. The occasional chatter of a squirrel. The rushing of a brook a ways off in the distance. Orrys' ears twitch, trying hard to pick up all of the natural sounds of the forest.

The boy slowly stretched himself out and moved to sit up, only to realize that there was something massively different about his body. Instead of two long, lanky arms ending in larger-than-average hands he now had two rather short, black legs ending in dainty forepaws. He noticed that his back didn't bend the same way when he was trying to sit up, and instead of pushing himself up to the side, he had to roll onto his stomach and sit up on his haunches that way. He went to cry out in alarm, and all that came out of his mouth was a high-pitched whining bark. Orrys was terrified, not knowing what had happened to himself in the relatively short amount of time that he had been asleep.

On instinct, the little pup ran blindly through the meadow, only stopping when he found himself splashing into a stream of very cold water. His breath came out in sharp pants, his tongue lolling out to the side of his mouth. He looked down, taking in his reflection in the slightly choppy surface of the water.

Orrys stared at the water for several long moments. He was having trouble accepting what he was seeing. Instead of the round, slightly feminine curve of his pink face, he saw an adorable black muzzle opened in surprise. His large calf eyes were traded in for a small pair of beady brown ones. His ears had migrated from the side of his head to the top, poking out through two tufts of long black fur.

The inspection continued, taking in his bright pink tongue, his short black legs and small paws, his all black chest and sides, and the cute little black curly tail that flopped over his back. He was in shock. Not only was he now a dog instead of a fifteen-year-old boy, but he also looked exactly like his favorite little plush. Orrys thought for a second to come up with the name of the breed--Schipperke. That's what he was, a little Schipperke puppy, no bigger than a cat.

It was all so surreal. He was pretty sure that he wasn't dreaming, since his friends weren't around him. He perked his cute little ears and listened. No, he didn't hear the tell tale pants of his dog friends. And besides, he was never a puppy in his dreams. He was always the boy he remembered from before, the one his parents hated and his siblings made fun of.

Well, Orrys though, at least I can make the most of this situation. I might have fallen into a coma or something due to hypothermia. Or maybe I hit my head when I went to lay down under the slide. Either way, I'm different. I'm not the same boy I was when I went to sleep. There's no reason to cry here. I'm alone, but that just means that there's no one here to hurt me. Que será, será, as they say.

Orrys bent down to quickly lap up some water from the brook. His stomach began to rumble and he thought about how he might go about finding some food. He remembered that he hadn't had a chance to eat since school. That must have been several hours ago, and it was time to hunt. The little black dog crossed the brook and lowered his nose toward the ground, trying to see if he could smell something delicious.

After hunting for several long minutes, Orrys crossed a scent that seemed vaguely familiar. Sort of musky and earthy. The black dog took a deeper sniff of the scent and turned so he could follow it through the meadow. Soon the scent was joined be two more similar ones. It seemed that whomever's scent he was following had siblings in the meadow.

The scent eventually got stronger the closer the pup came to a clumping of bushes. He could pick up the sound of three faint heartbeats and three bodies panting softly. He knew that there was someone in or around those bushes, but was afraid to get too close, in case it was a predator. Orrys thought it was much safer to stand back a ways from the foliage and bark out a warning to see who was there.

Bark. "Wh-who's there? I-I can hear you, so I know someone's there... C-come out where I can see you."

There was a rustling in the bushes and slowly three dogs emerged, each with a slightly different coloration.