Three Little Misfits

Outcast

(This story was requested by icebearforpresident on fanfiction. Thank you thank you, icebear!)

Peter wiped the blood away from his nose as he returned to his feet. He decided it would just be better to comply to the wolf's request and just give him the money he came for. The fox pulled out his wallet, and hands him the five dollar bill which he forcefully takes. As they walked away, his tiger friend shoved the fox into the lockers one last time. He looked to the ground and watched as the blood stained the carpet with a steady drip, drip, drip. His eyes narrowed to a malevolent glare watching the puddle of red grow on the floor below him. Peter was sick and tired of being a ten-year old runt, a weakling, a pushover. He looked up to see Alex and Johanna walk over to him, or rather run. His brother placed his gray paw on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked.

Before Alex could react, Peter smacked his paw away in reply. "I'm fine." He grunted. He shifted his backpack to a comfortable position, and began to walk away with his head hung down. Johanna leaned in from behind his brother's shoulder.

"Are you sur-"

"I said I'm fine!" He looked back, yelling at his siblings. Peter fixed his gaze back to the floor and hustled through the halls. As he walked to his class, his thoughts grew dark and cold. Why did he have to be small, have to be weak? His mind registered one solution. It was his parents. It was because he was part rabbit that he was small and weak, and it was because he was a fox that people did not treat him as kindly as his brother and sister. He grew emotional. Peter at that moment hated his parents. He hated everyone.

Alex and Johanna looked at each other with concern painted across their grimaces. They had never seen Peter act like that. He never yelled or got angry, he was always too shy to speak up for himself. That bullying incident definitely got to him this time. As her worry grew, Johanna pulled out her phone and began to text their mother. The bell rang, and the two made their way to their classes.

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"Alright, sir. Since this is your first offense, I'll let you off with a warning. Don't let me catch you again." Judy said to the armadillo. He nodded, and carefully drove back into the afternoon traffic. She walked back to the car, and opened the passenger seat. She shut the door and looked over to her partner, Nick. He cocked an eyebrow, shut off the lights, and drove back onto the main streets. At that moment, Judy felt her leg vibrate. She reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. A text message from Johanna:

"Hey mom. Peter just got beat up again. But he is acting different. He is very angry. He yelled at us and walked off."

Judy's eyes widened as she read the text. She then began texting a reply.

"Okay, honey. We'll talk to him after school."

Send. Judy sighed. Nick turned his eye to her, shifting his focus between her and the road. "Peter's getting bullied again, isn't he?" he asked. The bunny solemnly nodded.

"I think it's starting to get to him. He yelled at his sister."

Nick's grip tightened on the steering wheel, and he let out a sigh. "Oh man. I hoped he wouldn't go through this phase." The two remained silent on their drive back to the station.

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You know how often times before and after school or on field trips there were those who would compete or even fight for the back seats because on bumps the back would shake very high like an amusement park ride? Peter did not care one bit, as he just sat in the front seat, staring out the window. Alex and Johanna did not sit next to him as they normally would. They just went towards the back; they decided it would be best to leave him alone. The drive was quiet for the three. They did not talk to anyone while the sounds of their voices filled the air inside the bus. Peter did it out of spite, while his siblings did it simply because they were lost in their thoughts concerning their brother. They were triplets, and they looked out for each other, no matter what may be thrown at them.