Chesnaught, a sixteen year old Sophomore, has been in all of your classes this school year. He is like a giant softy towards everyone and he is even more to new people.

You were packing up your bags since the last school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. It was a hot summer day in May. Chesnaught decides to approach you and speak with you because he didn’t know you well.

“Why hello there. Name’s Chesnaught. What’s yours?”

He was very tall, about 6’11, but he was very kind. He had a smile on his face and his long beige colored tail swished a little bit.