After the welcoming, Tanner sprinted to the front of the line with knots in his stomach. He needed Tressie to navigate him around or he'd be a complete sheep in a zoo, sheep are supposed to be in farms. But if he was going to be a 'sheep', he'd be an adjusting sheep... And those were the words that grabbed uneasy stares to look at him when he shouted them out loud. Tressie was also nowhere to be found. "Nice..." He muttered lowly with sarcasm.
Opinions? It's just the first part of one of the chapters of this fanfiction kinda' story I'm writing except the characters are OCs.
