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" We can be together here,
In the Underworld,
Cause the dead don't bother me anyway"
- Sydney Gotham's Weird Lyrics out of Nowhere
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Riiiight.
"Well, pleased to meet you, Mr.Hades" I say, trying to hide a chuckle. It made sense why he was wearing that skirt. Sometimes people start believing in the roles they're playing. Especially drunk people.
Like this guy.
"Now can you please tell me your real name?" I ask. How drunk could this guy be?
His perfect face is marred as a frown takes over. "I do not understand. That is my name."
Great. I didn't have time for this.
"Okay, fine don't tell me. Atleast leave this place, will you? This is high school. We don't want any of our female students to see you like that," I say, pointing to his attire, yet again.
"This? If anything, you should be the one ashamed of what you're wearing! What is that?" he asks, indicating my sweatpants.
Come on, man. I know sweatpants aren't the most fashionable outfits but does he really have to make a dig at my attire? Did he look at himself in the mirror?
"What's wrong with sweatpants?" I ask in defense.
"That's what they're called? Sweatpants. How unappealing. Humans of today have completely lost their taste in clothing. Whatever happened to tunics? Such wonderful piece of clothing, tunics." he says and stares off into space.
What a nut job.
"That's what you're wearing?" I ask, incredulously. How on earth, do people prance around wearing that? What if the wind blows the wrong way? I do not want to showcase my privates, thank you very much.
"Yes, of course!" he says as if I'd told him I had no idea who the first president of the United States was.
"Whatever. You still have to leave. You can't exactly--"
"Ms.Gotham! What on earth are you wearing?" booms the voice of Mr.Marshall, principal of Mission High School.
I turn around to face him. Mr.Marshall is a very imposing principal. Till date, none of us at this school actually know his first name. Rumor goes, he was in the army. That explains so much.
"You do know that sweatpants is not the attire a librarian should be wearing. How many times do I have to tell you that?" he yells.
"That is exactly what I've been telling!" echoes Mr-what's-his-name.
Great. The day bearely began and two people have already commented about my outfit.
"Who's that, your boyfriend?" Mr.Marshall asks, eyeing the guy in the tunic.
Of course. The crazy guy just has to be my boyfriend.
"He's not my boyfriend. I found him asleep in the library. I was just trying to get him off the campus," I say, my voice flat.
"Well then, chuck him out already! We can't have people seeing him like this! And while you're at it, why don't you go home and wear some proper clothes?" he says and walks away.
