Cal sat down in the cool grass. The green blades comforting
          him as a a wafting breeze cascaded across his rosy cheeks.
          The Chipmunk wasn't like the others. It was the middle of
          summer and all the other kids clambered across the
          playground. Cal, on the other hand was some distance away
          sitting cross legged atop a hill. Almost looking cliche atop
          his perch. He closed his eyes. The warm rays of the sun were
          an amazing contrast to the rather chilly day. Still, he
          liked it. The colder days gave him an excuse to wear
          hoodies.

          Reaching down, Cal pulled the zipper up snug to his chin.
          The other kids payed him no mind and he didn't mind. Rather
          he preferred to be alone. Earbuds dangled down to his phone.
          It may seem typical for a chipmunk to be listening to "Alvin
          and the Chipmunks". Again, he didn't care. Well, he didn't
          care what others thought about that right now. In his quiet
          place nothing mattered.

          Back at the school he would have had to deal with the
          bullies and the like. Sure it may make you stronger in the
          long run, but it never was a fun experience. The things the
          others did. It changes you. Cal remembered the first time he
          started public school. All the other furs called him names.
          The usual things for sure, but there was something else.
          Cubs had started rumors of him being Gay. At this young of
          an age it confused Cal more than anything. He had no idea
          what Gay was. Only that it was something used to ridicule
          him.

          Cal shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind. That
          was a year ago. He learned to just move on and do his own
          thing. Well, the best he could amongst the hate. The sun was
          shining with puffy and soft clouds dancing in the sky. He
          gave a deep, heavy sigh. Relieving himself the tension from
          moments before. Laying back, he brought his arms under his
          head to recline. A day like today was perfect for a brief
          nap.

          Cal's eyes snapped open as his headphones were ripped from
          his ears. A chubby fur loomed overhead, blocking out the
          sun.
                    Hey faggot, wacha listen'n to?