'I am', Fitz thought, 'the most boring, average, normal rabbit to ever live.'
It was hard to feel like you stood out when you came from a big family. Fitz had five brothers, six sisters, and who the hell knew how many cousins. It helped, a little, that his parents had moved so far from their own siblings, so he wasn't surrounded by family ALL OF THE TIME. But as a middle child, there wasn't much that Fitz thought he could do, or that he could be, that a brother or sister hadn't already done, and done better.
His oldest brother had been a track star in high school and was now on his college team getting a full ride scholarship. His oldest sisters, twins, had run the student government and the student arts departments. They'd both just graduated. His last two older brothers, also twins, were high school seniors and were both setting some kind of all-time academic record. One of them was thinking about starting college a year early; they fought about it ALL THE TIME.
Fitz just didn't stand out. And now he was about to start his junior year in high school, finally an upperclassmen, and he doubted most of the school even knew his name.
'Maybe,' he thought, 'this is the year I find it. The thing that's special about Me. Something amazing.'
Yeah. Maybe.