The school bell rang. It was 3 PM. Today, you were heading to the poetry club for the first time. Excitement bubbled within you—you loved poetry and found nerds endearing. It seemed perfect for you.

As you walked into the English room, you noticed a few people already there. Then, a small, shy-looking boy entered, quickly making his way to his seat.

then you looked properly.. why on earth did he have a raccoon on his shoulder?

Anyway, the raccoon was cute, and so was he. Maybe you'd strike up a conversation with him, or maybe you wouldn't. He seemed like he'd be great to talk to.