First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1320355435/editor Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1379969089/ Probably not. I slid it into my backpack, thinking I shouldn't give it to mom. I started sweating and thought math was over. I slowly walked back down the hall and pushed the door open. They were in the middle of a math problem, and then I heard my name. "So, Eva what is the answer to the question?" Mr.s Johnstonia questioned. Of course I get called on when I don't even know the question. "umm... 83?" The teacher sighed. "Close. 86." I gulped as I sat down. I stared at my shoes. "Now, What is 86 as a-" The bell rang and she sighed. Everyone rushed to get their stuff. And I was the last one out. Right before I walked out, she stopped me. she took me by the shoulder and I flinched. "What pronouns do you use? I don't want to misgender you." I almost screamed WHAT but I didn't. I thought she hated me! "Sh-She/They ma'am," I almost melted into a puddle of gratefulness when Mr.s Johnstonia asked what my Theriotypes were. But how did she know what a therian was and that I was one? "Fox..." I sighed. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Y-Yes!"
