{"id":671,"date":"2018-07-20T17:32:56","date_gmt":"2018-07-21T00:32:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=671"},"modified":"2018-07-20T17:32:56","modified_gmt":"2018-07-21T00:32:56","slug":"patreon-update-a-free-small-sample-senior-skip-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=671","title":{"rendered":"Patreon Update &#8211; A Free Small Sample:  Senior Skip Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><strong>Hi!\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>This is basically an advertisement.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Sooooo I actually have people on my patron and that&#8217;s pretty awesome.\u00a0 Not a ton or anything but some.\u00a0 So, to celebrate those that had joined, I decided to write a small free story for each of them.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>This is part of one of those stories and it&#8217;s also my first ferret girl TF.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I&#8217;m kinda posting this to say that, hey, yeah, I am doing stuff on Patreon.\u00a0 While I&#8217;m not going to write free stories for every single new person (ouch, my fingers) it&#8217;s possible that I have fun little contests to win a story or a Choose Your Own Adventure for my patrons where they all vote using polls, that kinda stuff.\u00a0 I&#8217;m figuring it out as I go along.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>In the meantime, like I said, here&#8217;s a sample of one of the stories.\u00a0 The rest is on my Patreon for my patrons and I will post this in its entirety for free after the two week period passes.\u00a0 Like I promised.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>SHAMELESS PLUG:\u00a0 If you were a patron, you could read all 3 (that are posted right now, 6 total when I&#8217;m done) as I&#8217;m finished writing them.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Neat<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The buzz of conversations in the classroom slowly dwindled into whispers after the two-tone beep of the period bell. \u00a0Students settled in their seats, moving their backpacks around while catching up with their friends.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As a senior, Sally sat hunched in the back. \u00a0The young girl tapped her foot and glanced around the room anxiously. \u00a0She felt full of a strange, nervous energy and her stomach kept cramping. \u00a0She rubbed the side of her nose and licked her lips quickly, jerking her head towards sudden laughter from the front row.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But I just had my period,<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> she thought, pressing against the middle of her stomach. \u00a0She smoothed her skirt and scratched at her bare legs and knees. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The class fell silent as the homeroom teacher walked in with an expanding folder and a large cup of coffee. \u00a0The older woman hid a yawn behind her hand and then sat, laying the folder and cup on her desk. Sally rolled her shoulders. \u00a0A sharp, hot pain ran up the girl&#8217;s back and she shivered. 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