Oh, What A Spirit Week This Was

Frank woke up on the Monday morning with a quiet sigh escaping his lips, with a stretch he left his bed and walked to his wardrobe which consisted of band shirts, skinny jeans and converse, creative, I know.

He selected a simple Misfits t-shirt and his usual skinny jeans with his favourite pair of old, worn-out converse, before he realized that Spirit Week had begun that day.

Spirit Week was a few days in which there were certain themes in which the students had to follow, and there was a knew one each day.

But wait, this year there was a twist, which made it quite exciting.

Teachers had to take part too.

Oh yes, this was gonna be good, Frank could just sense it.

He glanced at the clock on his small table next to the bed and saw that he still had half an hour to spare, so he set about finding the sheet that he was given which would tell him what on earth he had to do this year to make the principal happy.

His timetable read:
Day 1: Movie Day
Day 2: Twin Day
Day 3: Pyjama Day
Day 4: Crazy Hair Day
Day 5: Opposite Gender Day

Oh lord, this was gonna be interesting...so, what's his favourite movie...ugh.

Wait! The Nightmare Before Christmas! Of course!

He quickly grabbed his suit (from his aunt's wedding in the summer) and some face-paint. In mere minutes he had finished his costume, and it looked rather incredible if he did say so himself.

He was dressed as Jack Skellington with his suit and skull face-paint done perfectly, he had even added his skeleton gloves to finish it off.

He grabbed his bag and left his house quickly and quietly, as to not disturb his mother whilst she slept after a long night-shift at the local hospital. She didn't deserve to have so much pressure put on her, but life isn't really fair around here.

He arrived to school to see a variety of costumes, the popular girls dressing as slutty as possible, the jocks in no costume at all, geeks dressed up as their favourite Star Wars characters, and then there were his small group of friends, and by that he meant Mikey, Ray and Bob,who had all been his best friends since he could remember.

Mikey was probably the one who he spent most time around, since he was generally awesome and had cool stuff, but he also had a fucking hot older brother. Who happened to be his fucking teacher, grand isn't it?

Anyway, enough groaning, time for classes to start.

(TIME SKIP)

Oh thank god that was over, the looks he got made him fell like he wanted to curl up into a little ball and explode, killing both himself and everyone around him. What the fuck were they looking at? Did he have something on his face? Was it the suit? What?

As walked into art, his final class of that day, he realised what he'd done.

He had dressed up in exactly the same costume as Mr Way, Mikey's ridiculously hot older brother.

"Well Frank, I must say you have an excellent taste in costumes." Mr Way said with a smile on his face, he looked happy with himself. "But you do know Twin Day is tomorrow right?"

"Yes! I mean, yes, I do know that Twin Day is tomorrow...this is just a coincidence I swear!" I stumbled over my words as I saw him lean back slightly in his chair, licking his skeleton-styled lips slowly.

"Okay, okay! I believe you Frank! Now go sit down, I have to start my lesson at some point you know!" He replied with a friendly smirk as he directed his attention to the rest of the class and told them what they had to do for this lesson.

Frank paid very close attention to Mr Way, he couldn't bring himself to look away from the beauty in front of him. He only stopped when Mr Way looked over at him with a questioning look, and at that point he realised what he had been doing and looked away, blood flowing up to his cheeks.

How could he make it through this week alive?

He just didn't know.

And there was only one way to find out...

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