The office was quiet for a few minutes; a silence that was terrifying the Director. The two pale don't stop staring at the man who was sitting at his desk, until the moment he spoke.
"Crimson, Ennui, I imagine you may already know why I called you two to my office." Mr Phillips, a short man, visibly bald, apparently in his 60s, always wearing his social suit. A very stern man.
Eastwood High, a school with a good reputation in the city; Much of this reputation comes from being known for "fixing" the rebellious and delinquent students who enter it, leaving them on the line; and because many important people have put their children in it. Rumors say that this is all a farce, since many of the students who were placed in this school (usually children of the wealthy) have not changed, and even sometimes their behavior worsens. So that the school would not be left with this bad rumor, they decided to make a choice that would rid them of these rumors. In a day, an inspector would come, and inspect the students' behavior, and thus confirm or deny this rumor. That day is near.
The two Goths were silent, continuing to stare at the little man, making him more terrified, but he continued with his serious and severe stance. "Well, I think this is a no," Mr Phillips said. He slowly adjusted his glasses. "I will be short and to the point with the two of you, tomorrow an inspector will come to our school, and spend the whole day watching the students and their behaviors and habits. Our goal is to make a good impression, that is, I will not tolerate this. "He ended his sentence by pointing at Crimson and Ennui. Specifically your makeup.
The two looked at each other, the taller one scowl became more precise; he was angry. Neither of them ever liked the way they were treated by students, and even by employees; always being greeted with disgusted looks, unpleasant comments and even tasteless "jokes" from the most rebellious students; But they got used to it. Ennui let out a slight sigh.
"And what should we do?" He finally said something after being silent for a long time.
"I would tell you two not to come to school tomorrow, but as it is a day made especially to monitor you, you will have to attend; so I ask you not to wear all this makeup. The clothes are really not that important because I have already seen students wearing worse things, but nothing but clothes will be allowed. "
Everyone was silent. The Goths were static; which made Mr Phillips literally nervous. After a few seconds the silence was broken.
"Well ... that was all, you can go now" a slight tremor in his voice was noticeable.
The two Goths were silent for a few more minutes until they turned and headed for the door and left.
Tomorrow will be a boring day.
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