So I'm just sitting on my ass smoking a blunt, when my mom and stepdad start fucking calling me to come down stairs because I have to go and try on normal suits for the graduation party. Fyi it's not happening, Victorian and other historical dress mixed with my dark A E S T H E T I C all the way. Which I can do now because IM FUCKING 18 NOW MOOM, to be honest though I just want to get this over with and go to college. I just want to get the acceptance letter and move to the city and be myself with no one telling me to change my ways of being an outsider. I put out my blunt, and head up stairs seeing my parent and stepparent staring me down.
"Are you going to wear that?" my mom asks in her bitchiest voice.
"Yes," I answer shrugging. "Is there a problem dressing like I normally do?" I'm dressed in 4 inch, beat up, leather platform boots, ripped black pants with a fine fishnet showing through, a white long sleeved shirt with big bishop sleeves and lacing with the cord tied into a bow, a tight raven vest with the front satin and with a intricate pattern woven in and fancy buttons closing it, low enough to see the lacing of the undershirt and leaving my shoulder length coal and snow hair in it's normal lose wavy-curly state.
"Eddie not going to be dressed like that for most of it, after all he is going to trying on suits, plus he is 18, he can dress him self how he likes." My stepdad Steven sasses back, he's cool and actual is a good parent. He works as a professor at some super fancy specialty university, he lets me be a little goth shit and be a teenager in general but still act mature enough for a 18 year old. Steven is also the only person that I'll let be called Eddie, to the rest of the world it's Edward or if we're REALLY good friends Ed.
"Fine," my mom grits out of her teeth "Let's go," she calms herself. We walk out the door and over to my mom's old Subaru, when the mail dude leaves our stuff in the mail box.
"Mom I'm going to get the mail real quick, be back in a minute." I speed walk up to the top of the drive way and open the mailbox and retrieve the mail. Not too much, I sort through the pile, mostly junk and bills with my mom's and stepdad's name on it, until one has my name on it. I don't normally get anything in the mail so I assume that it's some sort of letter from school or a college. I didn't read wear it's from but I saw university on it so it's got-a mean something. "I GOT A LETTER BACK FROM A UNI." I shout from the drive way doing the wimpiest jump ever. I try to open it as I hurry back down to my parents. Steven is not in the car so he'll be the one to see it. I rip open the letter as quickly as possible and pull out a single, crisp, white paper and open it, it reads.
Dear Edward R. Hutch,
You have been accepted into the Thornewood University of Magic and Witchcraft. Congratulations, you'll be among many witches and supernatural beings who share the same the passion for the magical arts. Thornewood has a great sense of community with the student body and is top school in the state. You can enroll in many classes, and meet students just like you with great professors. Thornewood is where you belong and you'll fit right in.
On August 1st we'll be having our open house and take a tour of the school. On the 8th you can chose your classed and learn what dormitory you'll be having. On the 20th you'll be able to move right in and meet your professors, and dorm mates. We can't wait to have you.
Sincerely,
Loki Black, Headmaster ofThornewood University
"What the fuck?"
YOU ARE READING
Not your Uni
Viễn tưởngEdward R. Hutch is just your average 18 year old goth kid who just wants to go to a good university to study poetry. Except when the expectance letter comes in it's not your average uni, it's a letter from the Thornewood University of Magic and Witc...
