Oh-So American

Drabble Series

Summary: Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one that can apparently understand me. Can you help me here? ...Isn't this supposed to be an Elite School? Yeah? Then why can't you people understand ENGLISH? Aren't supposed to know it for business and whatnot? ...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

English


"MOMMY! What are we going to do about the Festival?" whined the creature that is not even worth giving a radical name.

"I don't know, Daddy." said my teacher, ignoring my attempt of hiding a chuckle.

"You said it was like the Venetian Madi Gras, ne?" I asked my teacher, he nodded. "Then why don't you have it similar to it? Like have the masks, and the flamboyant costumes and everything? Make it a masquerade, and you guys could sing a song about…festivals or something and dance."

Everybody stared at me.

"What? It's not like I got here…. Never mind that. Still don't know how I got here. Um….Blame ze carrots?...QUIT LOOKING AT ME!..." They still stared at me…

"Look! A Distraction!" I pointed in a random direction and went into a hiding spot when the Host Club looked away.