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Author's Note

Hello! My name is Harry (I'll mention this three times in the book), my fursona is Alex Nightmurr.

Originally, I wanted this story to contain **everything** I planned. From the background of the main character, transportation into the furry world, event after event, etc.

But I would rather pace myself. Have a little chance to plan out what is going to happen.

This is technically my first furry story I have ever wrote.

I'm lying. This is actually not a furry story yet. Next part it will be, when myself is transported into the furry world. This part is but a mere introduction to myself.

Don't worry! Things will get more interesting soon, but I would just like to test the waters a little bit.

Thanks for reading!

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My name is Harry Gill. Yes, a general introduction. How inviting.

I get up, well at least I tell myself to get up.

The alarm clock is buzzing, reminding me of these precious minutes I must not waste getting ready for school yet again. I raise my body, propped by my bony elbows. You guessed it, I'm a lanky tall guy! The height I was at was just enough to see what time it was... "7:30...",

I tell myself. Then it struck me. "Seven...THIRTY!", I was not up on time again!

I swiftly got out of bed, only to be reminded by the most annoying thing ever: Morning Wood. Or, it could be considered a pleasure to some. But, due to my ever-present time constraints, it seems it does more harm than good.

"Ah, but your thoughts distract you again!", I say to myself. Its true. Mornings and nights are times where I feel most thoughtful, as does everyone else I believe.

I must not continue to be distracted for long, time is of the essence! And so, I quickly don myself in my uniform. A black blazer, a white shirt, black trousers which flare a little bit due to the skinniness of my legs (or twigs as they are also known as).

I know what you're thinking, "You have low self-esteem!", you tell me. I assure you it is not. I do have an upbeat attitude to most things. I prefer not to take things too seriously - both a disadvantage and advantage to my... unique personality.

I look in the mirror. "Looking like..." Well, would you like a description? I will keep it short. My name is Harry Gill (as I have aforementioned) and I am 15 years of age. A closeted furry and gay guy. Actually, so gay that everyone basically knows anyway and yet I still keep it a secret to my parents.

I have brown "short" hair, although its grown a little bit to the back, sides, and my fringe can cover my whole forehead but I don't really mess with it that much. I could, if I wanted to. But, the matter of fact is, I'll feel quite embarrassed if I did. I will admit, I am lacking confidence at times.

"Harry! Hurry up! I'm fed up of this!", screamed my mother (known as Maxine) from the kitchen. Of course, I obeyed. I felt the same way too. I wish I could just wake up earlier, so it wouldn't be such a rush in the morning.

I stormed down the stairs, into the kitchen, where I briefly checked the time. "Oh crap, its 7:45 already!" I usually set off at 8. School starts at 8:30, it takes me 30mins to get there. Risky, I know, but worth it?

I grabbed a banana, checked my pockets for my phone (I can't let go of it) and left the house.

I'm rushing to school. I take firm steps on the ground, being careful not to slip on these icy paths. I strike a balance between control and swiftness; careful not to slip, but also trying to get to school on time.

The wind is howling in my face, as it usually does. "Britain", I say to myself, this time out loud as the wind pushes me slightly backwards and forwards - slowly tossing me about due to my feeble body mass.

I laugh to myself quite often. It gives me comfort, but people find it weird. I don't mind, really. Far too used to it by now. And... Off I go on a depressing note again. Distractions. I need to reach my main goal right now, which is getting to school on time.

I got in right on time! 8:30, just as the bell went and the doors closed behind me. I rushed to my locker, putting my coat away and I feel the warmth returning to myself as I walk back up the stairs, across the atrium and to the drama room for form period.

My school is Horbury Academy, a great school. With dedicated teachers like these, you couldn't ask for more. Of course, it has its weak points. The weak point being, like every other school in the UK, is the massive emphasis on uniform. Sleeves rolled up? Get a detention. To be honest, I'd rather stay out of this affair. I do contradict myself quite often.

With form period over, I start my first lesson: Science. I don't have many friends in that class. Actually, I have no friends in my year except for one girl called Tanya and quite a few in the year below. My year (Year 11) is the worst. Nobody is truly kind in this year. A bunch of stuck-up arseholes, I believe. Yet I prejudge them, I hardly know them of course.

I started my third period: English. The one just before break.

At break, I sat at the sofas (which felt like bricks actually) and had small talk with my best pal, Sam (in the year below me) and the occasional dirty joke to Tanya. They both knew I was gay. I will admit, I've had a little attraction to Sam. A frame just like mine. Heh, oh he's straight which is great. All my crushes are straight.

The school day went by quickly. Yep, that's how it is. Starts out slow and grueling, progresses like a snail and yet, somehow, finishes like a bolt of lightning.

I do work very hard at school, so I feel quite fatigued by the end of the school day. I did my chores. The "usual hang out the washing", and "please clean the dishwasher! xox" by my mother.

A stared at the piece of moment for a moment, utterly baffled by the statement "clean the dishwasher". "Oh!", I say to myself in a moment of realization, "She mean's clean the dishes!" My eyes travel to the sink. Nope, no dishes. "A simple typo, perhaps?", I question myself. Not expecting an answer because, well... I was talking to myself.

With the dishwasher "cleaned", I retreated back upstairs unto my box of a bedroom. At least a have a great computer to compensate for the lack of space.

After hours of browsing through Facebook, e621, Telegram, chatting to fur friends, and getting no homework done whatsoever, I decided it was time for bed.

Nighttime. I find it the best chance to relax and think.

I can feel myself winding down, by usual cockiness in the morning, followed by a happy afternoon, a lethargic evening and then finally a chance to reflect and ponder.

Everyone is heading to sleep and everything is settling down. The peace is quite serene, and the darkness outside perfectly represents it all.

Many times, I had wished to go to this "furry world", where it is inhabited by anthropomorphic beings who are complex, and... Wonderful.

It is but an illusion; drawings and paintings come to life isn't exactly a realistic concept.

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Second part coming soon!

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