Okay, here's the next chapter. *looks down at Twyla* Get back to the RPGs!
I looked up. The entire class was laughing at me. Every Glukkon in the room was gasping for air; they were laughing so hard. The teacher was glaring at me angrily. She was holding several train tickets. "Petela, if you find my feminine history lesson that boring, then you might want to study native Mudokon heiroglyphics instead." Ugh. I hate history class. "No, no. I'll listen." "Good," she replied. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Over three centuries ago, a group of extremely diverse creatures that called themselves "dragons" appeared. A few members of this species had very magical abilities. They changed our original reproductive system to that of something they called "mammals", thus introducing females as a mainstream part of socie-" the bell rang, cutting her off. As I left the classroom, a male Glukkon walked up to me. "Hey, Petela," he said casually. After swallowing the lump that had appeared in my throat, and wondered if I was sweating, I said, "Oh, hi, Sharkey." Just then, I reached my next class, Wildlife Education. This was the only class I liked. As soon as the tardy bell rang, the teacher announced, "Today we are going to study Scrabs up close." There were mixed reactions of surprise, excitement, and fear. "Don't worry, there will be Sligs guarding, and the Scrab will be in a cage." There were several sighs of relief. Two armored Sligs rolled in a cage containing a Scrab. I hadn't expected this. To me, the Scrab appeared beautiful yet strong, graceful yet powerful. More than anything, even more so than if Sharkey would ask me out, I wondered what it was like for the Scrab. I then heard a voice that sounded as gentle as a purr say, "You wish to be a Scrab, do you not?" I turned to see the creature from my dream hovering above me. What scared me was that no one else seemed to see it.
Well, that's it for now. What do you think?
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