His name was Taylor.
Working in the sweing rooms was a really cool pastime for him. One day there was a lightbulb lying in the middle of one of the tables in the room in the textiles room. Taylor GASSSSSSSPED. He had asthma.
Somebody else gasped at the exact same time.
Taylor gasped again. Did somebody else int he school have ASTHMEA? !11(oneone)
He turned his head, black hair drooping over his face in a cool emo style. He looked over at the other person with tragic, dead eyes. Who was this guy? Was he... a student here?
He stared some more.
"You're..." He was strange. Wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts. He wore socks and sneakers and had messy black hair and mystical purple orbs.
"Who are you?"
The boy looked up at him, a storm in his own beautiful purple eyes.
"Handsome. My name is Handsome."
That had to be a joke, right? Saying his name is handsome to get people to calal him that?
I huffed, grumpily.
"I'm not calling you that." Sooooooo stupid.
"What's your nam?" Handsome asked me. I gave him an intense look.
"Takahashi Taylor. I'm SHSL Tailor." Geddit?
Keiji raised a brow at him, folding his arms over his chest.
"Dude." He said.
"Yes?" I said.
"I'm a ghost." He whispered. And then left the room.
Taylor was slightly amused. Who was this weirdo guy...? Would he ever see him again?
TBC...