First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1320355435/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1379969064/ I wouldn't have to do math. I walked the last few steps and stopped when I saw nothing but a big, black, backwards chair. I was out. I was about to walk out when I heard a raspy voice behind me. "Not so fast." I looked behind me slowly and the chair had turned around. "Sit down young lady. We have some, 'buisness', to attend to." I could feel my stomach in knots as I sat down. Yep. This was Dr. Andrews office. "So..." He slowly called out. He coughed. I now knew that I didn't come for saying shut up. Something far worse. Yep, you guessed it. "So...?" I replied. I gulped. He drank his coffee. The room smelled like wet dog and coffee beans. "Eva. j," He ordered firmly. I've been hearing you've been active like a wild cat. wolf. What ever you are. Like a furry." He finishes. "I'm actually a fo...." My voice trails off. Does he know what a furry is? "That's not what a furry is..." I murmered. "What? Then what IS one?" He screamed in my face. I looked past him, into the window. I saw a lot of unfamiliar people. Then it hit me. That last black haired lonely girl on the swings. Ember. "I-Uugh-You-Where-" I stuttered, not focusing. "I- A furry is a person with a deep interest for anthropomorphic characters, or a anthropomorphic character. But I'm not one. See, It's hard to explain but I'll give you the brief version, I'm a Th-" I was cut off. "Enough! Even with antrepremrompic, I don't believe you. Here." He handed me a letter. "give this to your parents." I took it and ran. I wonder if he noticed my proud fox therian shirt. Probably not.
I think My chapters are too short
