Pink Eyes
by Fylleth

Friday, evening.

Geraldine Peres strutted downstairs after locking the headmistress's office. All the teachers had already gone home, leaving her alone in the entire school compound excluding the guards at the guardhouse. There weren't any students at all; having rushed home in frenzied glee. Exams had just finished and the horde of teenagers screamed the school down sharp at 6.50 p. m.

The exam that I had to suffer alongside them, she thought, groaning. The damned examination papers I had to type out! Geraldine missed a step and stumbled, letting out a surprised whoop. Her black new high heels (one inch) were expensive, but no one noticed. They had let her down again today, even though she had polished them shiny. Blushing, she made sure no one saw and continued walking. Something stank badly; like shit and urine had spilled out of a toilet bowl.

Of course, the boy's toilet, she realised. Strangely, there was a pink glow in there. Some boy wearing something pink and flashy? There was a pink fad going around recently among the boys, from the first-formers to the fifth-formers. Geraldine took a sneaky peek through the keyhole anyway and was greeted by something intensely pink. Well. Whatever.

Remembering that she had to buy dinner (she couldn't cook), she rushed on.

Monday, evening again.

A few students hung out near the boys' toilet, even though the stench was shitty. Geraldine moved slowly as she drank her homemade soybean milk, overhearing the word aliens. No one really cared about The X-Files like she did. It was popular in Germany though.

"Did you know that there are aliens?" said a girl.

"Aliens?" said her friend, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, aliens! Green skin, slick black hair, pink eyes, short?"

"Right. You must be seeing too many guys."

"I know the guys have the pink phase now. But this is real, green skin, slick black hair, pink eyes, short! And I saw them – in the boys' toilet."

Geraldine's beverage spilled down her mother's 70s formal clothes.

Think of this woman as this century's dorkiest secretary or so, based on my least favourite maths teacher. This is a parody of a ghost story. I hope it didn't sound serious, because it is full of irony. Oh, and I looooooove Gir. The Tallest are cool too. – Fylleth.