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I sloshed through the snow. The wreath necklace around my neck was a perfect substitute for a scarf, my bow and arrow the only part of my outfit I didn't change for winter. My ears were tucked under a knit hat and my paws were covered by warm red and white socks. It might not be the best choice, but socks were very stylish in those days. Especially black and white ones.

Behind me, bouncing and making tracks in the snow, was my pet mantis. Yesterday I got her and a bunch of other good junk, like a foxhat, a worn-down blanket and even a shiny new green and purple bow and arrow for my nerd glasses. Now I was going to trade her for a few den antiques.

I traded every day after school. Mostly in the canyons or the town square. The other jammers at my school didn't go to the town square. Sometimes they went to parties or the pillow room or good-against-evil roleplays where they pretended to be phantoms and threw swords at each other. But not me.

I guess I, Flora Vineivy, am different in a lot of ways. I'm too tall for my age and my grade. I can't talk to most people. Gym class has caused all the other jammers to become scared of me, because I really don't know my own strength sometimes.

Which I'm fine with, really. I'm an introvert. I only feel like myself when I'm advertizing in the town square.

I can hear the laughs, barks, and other sounds from the pillow room. I think it was originally supposed to be a fun place for little kids to make friends, but it turned into an adoption center over a bunch of teens talking. I don't usually go there. I met one person there, Darling, and we talked, but she moved away from the town and I never saw her again.

As soon as I walked by I saw a penguin shuffle by. He looked naturally suspicious and wore a bow and arrow like mine. Then he spoke in a gruff voice, "Your mantis for my bow?"

I was about to say yes, as the bow was worth A LOT more then my little mantis. But then he yelled out, "TROLL!" And ran down the street.

"Nice troll," I shouted after him, but he didn't reply. I sighed and pulled my bow and arrow farther over my silver wolf pelt.

"Trade me a rare spike collar for my beta!"

"Doing trade attempts for my rare carousel hat!"

"Trade me den betas!"

I looked past the crowds for a good spot to advertize my mantis. She was small and light green, with a leafy necklace. Her eyes were wide and a shining lavender purple. She matched the bow and arrow I got with her perfectly. Maybe I could make a look with her if I don't sell her today, I thought.

I spotted an empty place on the trader-ridden street and sat down. "Come here," I called to my mantis. The trader didn't give me her name. Thankfully, she came bounding over. I set her on my lap and began to call out,

"Trade me three real den betas for my pet mantis! No walls or floors!"

A few jammers started crowding around me.

(WIP!)