Pitter patter, pitter patter. It was a dark rainy day. The thunder was striking, the rain was thumping, and the sun was hidden from view. The smell of pinecones fluttered the air in a neighborhood surrounded by forest. Look at the thinnest part of the forest and there was Wing High. Around this school was concrete, with very little nature. There were cars and buses zooming past the school. Students were getting dropped off at the school, while the crickets chirped. Students rushed inside with umbrellas. Ivy, a small girl with grey eyes and brown, golden, andred hair walked slowly into the sad depressing school. I wish I have my mask and tail on me... She went to class, and of course, same boring routine. 'learn' something you've already learned about... she sat down between these 2 boys, both with black hair and a sharp skinny face, and skinny body, like if they were brothers. "Hey, Josph!" One whispered loudly. "Yeah Amari?" Josph hissed. "Look at the girl's backpack! It has fox ears hanging out!" Ameri whispered trying to hold back his laughter. "It's a furry girl!" Josph laughed! "I love you FURRY!" Laughed Josph meanly at Ivy. "Please stop calling me a furry..." These crazy people think furries think they are animals... "Mrs. Quill?" Ivy asks Mrs. Quill. "The boys are calling me a furry..." Ivy whispers. "Well... You have fox ears so you must be a furry." That's not what a furry is... "DING DONG, DING, DONG!" That's the bell! It's lunch! Finally! Time to hang out with my friends...
This is Ivy's narrative. The Wild Wings [Chapter Two]: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1317358583/
