Hello! Oof, I’m so glad I entered in time!! Name- Kenai Gender- Male, but, he’s a bit of a wussy. ;-; ( sorry, this isn’t supposed to be sexist, if this offends you I’ll take it down ) Age- 12 Likes- bandanas, coffe, calligraphy and redwoods. Dislikes- himself, his anxiety, crows, and tractors. Bio- ( first person ) I walk up to school, and gulp. I can’t do this! What if everyone hates me? What if I get bullied, my friends will problem leave me, ohnononononononono- I’m about to make a break for it when somebody taps my shoulder. “Hello?” I look behind me and start to sweat. It’s Kira! My crush, for like, 5 years? She is actually talking to me! What if I mess up? What if I stutter? What if she hates me? What if she noticed my sweaty paws- “Um, bro? You okay?” She asks, genuine concern in her eyes. She looks me up in down, ( not in that kind of way, you gross people ) “You’re sweating bullets. Do you have a fever? Should I get the nurse?” She questions me again. “Um- y-yeah, I’m Fine-e. I’m Ke-Kenai, what’s y-your na-name?” I curse myself under my breath. Everyone knows her! She is like the most popular she-dog in the school! What if- “Uh, yeah, I know. We’ve been a class together ever since second grade. But, if you have honesty forgotten, I’m Kira.” She says, looking a little hurt. “C-Crap! I’m sorry, yeah I know-w you, I’m j-just as awkward-d as h-heck.” I say. The bell rings above us. “Ah! We are going to be late! Come on!” She grabs my paw, and we make a mad dash. Holy crap. She is TOUCHING ME HADJASJFEWKFJWEOHDWKJEDEW I swear, my face turns bright red, if she thought I had a fever then- oof. Now I’m 100% going to the nurse. Not like I would protest, I mean, she is Kira… I sit down at the seat in the very back of the room. I hope body knows I’m there... gall, that’s would be embarrassing. I watch a boy scoot over so Kira could sit in a seat in front of the class. I glance around the room, Everyone is staring at Kira. My heart instantly drops. I knew it. How would a stupid guy like me every be with someone like her? I have anxiety, and I’m a wuss. ( TRIGGER WARINING ) I look under my bandana, ( that I love so much ) and look at the cuts from last night. I scratch the, open, and love the pain. I wince, than carry on with the rest of my day. Song- End of the Summer Character- @StripeTails Art/Story- I hope who ever wins him takes good care of this boy!
