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In a nice cozy bedroom everything is silent; it's a relaxing Saturday afternoon. Bright yellow walls have been darkening form the lack of light entering the room. Toys, like cars, action figures, blocks and others kids toys are scattered over an oval baby blue carpet in front of the bed.
A space superhero theme mobile is hanging from the middle of the brown ceiling fan just above the bed; it gracefully twirls as a breeze flows by it. The wood blinds that cover the window are closed tightly, sunlight tries it's best to seep through.
Nothing in this room moves, but, shallow breathing and light snores can be heard. The white bed frame has two crib-like bars on either side of bed they end at the center of the bed. There, on the bed, the covers is over a body, and a about where can you distinguish the chest is, that part of the covers rise and falls back slowly due to that persons breathing. A clear indication that their sleeping.
Moaning, the figure shifts, sluggishly waking up. A hand snakes its way up to the top of the covers and throws them back, a young teenage boy is there lying on his stomach and his eyes flutter open.
His light brown hair is all messed up and his light brown eyes show tiredness. The boy takes his hand scratches his head and two things shaped like triangles, one is bent, on either top of his head pop up. They're the same color of his hair. One of the things on head twitches.
Their ears, dog ears you can say.
He yawns and rubs his eyes trying rubbing sleep away from them. He stretches his arms forward and the covers fall to his center back. Something near his lower back and bottom wags. As it moves the covers jerk along with it and a long furred limb comes out.
A tail the same color as his dog ears.
This young boy here is Brendan, a dog hybrid.
'Oh hi, my name's Brendan, and I'm a hybrid, a dog hybrid. Like my doggie ears and tail, everyone thinks there cute, like me. This is my bedroom, and I just had a nap. I'm usually shy at first but one heck of a package once you get to know me.
I'm thirteen years old, but people say I act like I'm three. Okay, so I break something every one and a while, I cry a river when I don't get my way, I make a mess when I use hand paint. I love it when my Momma spoon feeds me and I'm still in potty training, but hey, don't blame me, I'm still housebroken.
It's because hybrids take on the childish forms of their half animal, like I'm a dog so I'm a puppy. They have some dog other and cat hybrids but I rarely see them around town. The people usually make fun of me because I act like I'm three and still play with toys, but that really doesn't bother me.
I'm usually home-schooled, whatever that means, and I have a babysitter that comes to my house on weekdays when my parents go to work. But she left recently because she didn't like me and I cause a lot of trouble; it is usually hard to find babysitters for hybrids. But some people like and don't like hybrids, I like the people who like hybrids just like my Mom and Dad.
Not everyone in this town is a hybrid, like my Mom and Dad, they are regular humans and at the same time not really, I mean they look like regular humans. Now you're probably wondering how that is possible if I'm a hybrid. And if you're also wondering, yes I'm their blood related son. It's because 'Hybrin' (Yes that's what the gene is called) runs in both of my parents' genes (but they weren't born hybrids) and runs strongly in the town I'm in. You be could born without looking like a hybrid or born looking like one. Being born a hybrid is like that low chance of having red hair. You know like that recessive gene of having blue eyes or red hair.
But mommy and daddy say they like me just the way I'm am. And they really aren't goanna be happy when they finds out I just woke up from my nap my Mommy put me down for two hours ago. Considering I get cranky when I wake up or something wakes me up. Ugh I really don't want to go down stairs and let my parents know I'm awake yet. I want my Mommy to come get me, now, am I going to make to this work. Oh yeah, I got an idea.'
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