The bell rang throughout the cligh school as the clock struck 8 am. Roves upon roves of students poured out of the classroom.
Y/N finished up your science test as all the students shuffled out into the hall. Your teacher, stephen king, was wiping down the chalkboard with a rag.
"All done there Y/N?" He called to me. I scrambled to close my bag and turned in the test.
Stephen king looked over my test, but not before snorting some strange white powder off his desk.
"This looks very promising Y/N" He murmurs happily, while high. "You're becoming the top of your class!" He complimented me.
"Thanks teach." I said as I eyed the powder. I quickly slipped out the door, hoping to avoid the cops.
I walked down the hallway and heard a loud clang against the lockers, followed by nervous laughter.
A crowd was gathered amidst the commotion.
Another loud bang followed by some screaming beckoned me to the scene. A high pitched shrieking voice graced my eardrums.
"You've whored around these halls long enough, time to pay the fee: for soiling what it's like to be a clown!"
You peered up at the owner of the voice. He was tall, and handsome as hell.
I studied his body hungrily. His sleek, long clown shoes were polished and shining. Long, almost-ape like legs and arms met with strong masculine shoulders. Full, luscious lips were dripping with some sort of strange liquid. He donned gucci brand sunglasses. And his forehead...
You could write poetry of the hills upon hills that donned his cranium. Endless and bountiful, the waters would never run dry. A terrified voice broke you of your daydreams.
"I-I'll pay it next time pennywise, h-honest!"
That response seemed to satisfy the tall clown. He dropped the small skinny man onto the linoleum flooring and pulled out a handkercheif from his pocket, wiping down himself in disgust.
He looked out into the crowd and wrinkled his nose.
"This show isn't for free. Either pay or scram you sluts!"
The crowd dissapaited, but I felt as if a higher force was controlling my body. I stood stark still holding a stack of books.
The bell rung and it was just me and him in the hall. Even though he wore sunglasses, he wasn't slick. I could tell he was looking right at me.
Through fear, worry, and a little lust I lost my grip on my books and they flew across the floor with a loud thunk, echoing off the cold tile.
Suddenly he was inches from me.
"Having trouble there?" He snickered, eyes shifting from the mess on the floor to me with a look of amusement.
I gulped a little louder than I intended without making eye contact and slowly reached to the floor, worrying that at any moment he could bite any of my appendages off with his sharp teeth.
Suddenly! The slam of a bathroom door snapped both our heads to the noise.
A lanky, balding man walked out of the men's bathroom. He wore janitorial clothing, and a sheet of toilet paper trailed behind him, and was missing at least half of his teeth.
His knees creaked as he walked, and his spine was very mishapen. He had bruises all over him from past incidents of youth throwing rocks at him. Some kids were actively throwing rocks at him.
He pulls out a bottle of windex and asked, "Does anybody want a slurp?"
Pennywise growled at him angrily.
"My friend, my old friend!" Bob gray cheered at pennywise, saddling up to him.
"You're not my friend, you ass for hire." Spat pennywise angrily.
Bob Gray smirks at y/n and whispered in your ear, "Remember that time we had in the alley?"
Pennywise's eyes widen with fear and some unknown emotion.
"You're bank for spank TOO?"
In disbelief, he charged away, leaving a melancholy trail of carnival peanuts behind.
Y/N got to gym class and spotted pennywise. He was still upset at me.
I had to find a way to impress him, and show him I wasn't a slut!
I charged into the art room and doused myself in construction paper, then taped construction paper over every inch of exposed slutty, whorish skin. Then I made myself a club sandwich and took a large prudish mouthful, I feasted. Then I made myself choclate milk and took a large swig, it paired well with my sandwhich. Then I made myself a makeshift pair of sunglasses and stormed out onto the court where Pennywise was on the court smashing tetherball, hitting the ball so hard that it had knocked out every student and teacher who dared to infringe upon his personal space. He was hitting the ball so hard and vigoursouly that it was just a blurr.
"Stay back sluts!" Pennywise shouted sexily.
I crab walked over to him, covered head to toe with only small conservative slits for my eyes. I tippped my construction paper sunglasses at him. I glanced at Arthur Fleck behind me as he was giving free lap dances, I tipped my hat at him and tip toed over to Pennywise.
Pennywise quickly shielded his tent at the sight of me, as to not give away his true feelings of the mass coverage, however, the sunglasses were not gucci, and he snarled, and the clown hair stood up on the back of his neck in an aggressive stance.
He threw a pitcher of water on y/n and all the paper quickly disintegrated, revealing your true nature.
Pennywise snorted. "Just what I thought. Once a slut always a slut!" And he marched away.
I cried and ran from the court and to the teachers lounge to report what Pennywise did. There I saw Stephen Kong, our D.A.R.E. advocate, eating a very healthy meal of kale and carrots and bananas and barley. Beside him was Papawise who was the master mixoloigist of the school, who was drinking three bottles of burbon for lunch.
The principal Bozo the clown and his husbando ronald mcdj donald were enjoying, relishing, and appriciating a gormet meal of chicken sandwhichs and nuggests and syrup and milksakes and apple pies that were made of syrup.
They all smiled at me as I entered. Papawise spoke,"Hello young student, would you like to wash your troubles away with some ale?"
I sat down and took a few shots with papawise to calm my nerves.
"That one really clears out the gullet, don't it?"
Bozo, the principal unzipped his pants, and slung out his balloon animal, in a way of clown greeting, which was customary in clown culture.
Bozo smiled broadly. "What seems to be the problem, legal adult? I know it was rough on you to be held back 10 grades, but pennywise has been here for 400 years!"
The staff had a great chuckle, one I didn't join into.
"Speaking of which..." I whispered meekly, as a woman should.
"Uh oh, causing trouble again is he?" He tutted at me. "You know you should stay away from him. He's a purebred clown, he's out of your league!" Bozo slandered to me.
I started crying and exited the teacher's lounge, closing the door behind me. My eyes lingered on my clown gloves. How could they not see who I am inside?
They would never fully accept clowns, and they would never accept me.