I wanna make stories on how my other sonas and OCs met Matt, so I thought I’d give it a go with Galley! Will make art of the other OCs I have and maybe make in the future. I also am testing out new paragraph dividing, let me know if you like it or not. For now, enjoy how Matt and Galley met!
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The sea otter shyley made his way past the fountain statue of Cisnia, the goddess of victory, to the massive doors of Ludwig High School. He had just moved from Priscilla Bay, a small fishing village near San Diego. He had swam in the refreshing waters of his town almost everyday, eating fresh crab and spending a lot of time skateboarding with his laid-back friends down the streets of the village's modern and wealthy neighborhoods and navigating the alleys between the beach houses. Now he feels stuck with no friends in this suburban town that has a jumble of 50s Americana and a small modern college city, with a splash of middle-class housing for the neighborhoods.

And now, to start his first day at his new school, no matter how hard he tried, the otter couldn’t make the large glass doors budge. Suddenly, he fell flat on his face, looking up to see who had shoved him out the way, sneering Rottweiler glared down at him. “Heh, look what we’ve got here, it’s a little shrimp. Stay outta my way, or else, you hear?” The mutt pressed his face against the otter, snarling as he left. An entourage of slimy bullies followed the dog. A bear slapped the otter on the back of his head, a pair of squirrel twins tied their tails together and swept the poor guy onto his butt, and an owl screeched and laughed as the otter gathered his mess of papers and school supplies, almost getting crushed as he dashed through the closing doors.

Inside, he saw a group of ferrets and possums hissing and yelling at each other as they argued over which comic company was the best. He looked over the large hallway, looking over the vast modern decor, square chandeliers gave the hall a modern medieval castle look and the pristine white, blue, and gold covered walls. The otter ducked as he passed a group of kangaroos and cheetahs kicking soccer balls to each other from across the hall, hid his head as he passed a group of bears and badgers, and jumped as he heard, “YOU!!!”

It was the same Rottweiler who had shoved him when he was trying to get in. “Yeah, snow boy!!! Thought I told you to go around the front last week and on!” The otter looked to see a white wolf admiring a painting of some Bavarian king who the school was named after. “Leave him alone, Karlslov, he’s not bothering anybody…” said a hyena. “Y-yeah, he’s a good guy, leave him be!” agreed a small rabbit. All it took was one snarl to send the hyena and rabbit up a side staircase to their classes. “Looking at that looney again, huh? Hey, hey Tubby! I’m talking to you!”

The wolf turned around, looking with mild frustration. “You know, he wasn’t a looney. He dreamed too much for his time. He built castles that are symbols of beauty and grace. He was not the best king, but he was without a doubt great. Besides, he has more power than you do. You address him with respect.” “I don’t have to do jack, you pathetic nerd. He’s a dreamer, he owned nice castles, what a bunch of crap...and you...are just a lousy, annoying theatre kid. You are a walking noise complaint, y’know? You and your kind are always yelling into the night, it makes me sick.” The wolf smiled menacingly as he warned, “Don’t make me get Alexi. I’ve heard stories of how he makes bears like Conner there squeal and cry just with the twist of a finger.” Connor, the Rottweiler's best friend, began to tremble and his pupils shrank in fear. The wolf’s grin melted into a passive smile as he saw the mutt step back, with a nervous scowl replacing his smug grin, before turning around to look at the painting again. “Oops! Oh no, silly me, I dropped my pencil.” The wolf threw the pencil behind him, back down the hall. “Would you be a dear and go fetch it for me?” The wolf looked back down at the dog. “Would you, Danny?” The mutt growled and left with a huff, his posse glaring at the wolf.

“Hey, otter.” The poor kid was sneaking away till the wolf called him. “Don’t be scared, I already had breakfast. Come here, won’t you? Don’t worry, I don’t bite...” The otter slowly made his way over to the wolf. The canine smiled and said, “What’s your name?” The otter looked up and said, “Uh, G-Gabriel.” “Well, Gabriel, my name’s Matthew but you can just call me Matt.” The wolf stretched out his arm for a handshake, which the sea otter took and shook. “Well, actually, my old friends called me Galley…” “You’re new here, aren’t you?” Galley nodded. “Why don’t you and your family come over to my house for dinner? My mom makes a great pesto linguine and my dad makes some darn good steak! I enjoy it a little too much if you can notice my waistline, hehe!” Galley smiled and patted his gut, saying, “I have the same problem.” The two began to laugh. “Well Galley, I’ll see you around! By the way, I love The Sea Ghost, probably my favorite show. But I’d put that playbill away till Theatre class! You’ll get bullied for it...well, you got artsy and friendly people here who’ll have your back.” The otter noticed the playbill sticking out of an open zipper and quickly tucked it back into his backpack.

The two smiled at each other and promised each other to make plans for after school. Galley looked toward his first class and thought to himself, “I think this is gonna be a nice place!”