Zippy chewed slowly on his small apple. His pointy claws stabbing through the crisp layers, watching as excited kids left the room after the deafening bell rang out loud.

He slowly stood from his desk, plucking a math book from his desk before laying it neatly into the open drawer on his left.

His eyes darted to the clock, his lips tilting upwards into a small smile before he turned on his heels. His feet led him outside and down the halls, a warm feeling blossomed through his chest at the thought of going to his favorite bakery and seeing the owner’s adorable dog.