Oh, What A Spirit Week This Was

I pull myself towards my wardrobe before I remember that it's pajama day today.

I start to wonder if someone will come in to school wearing just their underwear, perhaps Mr Wa-no Frank! Knock it off! What the hell? I need to get my head straight.

Repeat after me Frank, 'I will not think in this way about my art teacher, Mr Way.'.

I will not think in this way about my art teacher Mr Way.

'Even though he is the sexiest motherfucker on the planet'.

Fuck it, thoughts, you are free to do what you want. I don't care anymore. Obviously they are more of a teenage boy than I am.

Anyway, back to my clothes for the day.

I look down at my body and see that only my boxers are covering it, now, when I said I was curious to see if anyone came in just their underwear, I didn't mean I wanted to be that person. So I opened my wardrobe door and got out some black and white checked sweatpants and an old Batman shirt.

I looked in the mirror and confirmed that yes, I did indeed look like I rolled straight out of bed.

I pull on my usual converse and head downstairs and quickly out of the door after grabbing my plain black hoodie and my bag.

I put in my earphones and quietly walked to school, gaining a few weird looks from complete strangers, and Mr Pink who ran the flower store and hated his life.

I got into school roughly twenty minutes early because I'm stupid when it comes to planning things, like when to leave the house so I don't have to show up early to hell.

I wander through the halls and see that the nerds are already here, in their Star Wars, Marvel, and various other nerdy pajamas (author's note: I love Star Wars and stuff like that, I'm literally one of the biggest nerds you will ever find, I don't mean anything against it by saying they are 'stereotypical nerdy things'), I could also see some of the math teachers wearing pajamas with fucking numbers on them. Seriously, what the hell, I didn't know they loved math that much.

Anyway, I walk around for a bit until I start to see other people alive through the doors.

To give you an idea of what I saw: the popular girls wore short nightdresses, like, only just covered their asses short. The jocks were wearing sweatpants and nothing else apart from trainers. The band geeks wore band merch and the drug addicts wore weird things with holes in them.

I saw Mikey come in wearing plain black pajamas and Ray with some weird purple trousers and a long-sleeved black shirt with...cupcake? Yeah, cupcake stains on it. Lovely Ray, shows how often you wash.

"Frankie! How are you doing my awkward midget?! Oh no, wait. You aren't my awkward midget, you're Gerard's awkward midget aren't you?" Mikey said with a smirk on his face that made me wanna steal his video games.

"I am NOT a midget!" I yell back.

"But you didn't deny being Gerard's. And dude, you're like five feet tall."

"No. I'm five foot four..."

"That's no better dude."

"Fine, and Ray. What in the name of Snuggles the unicorn is on your shirt, and why is it there." I say.

"Don't say Mr Snuggle's name in vain!" Mikey said with anger and hurt in his eyes.

"Uh, it's a cupcake. Mikey threw it at me." Ray replied after calming Mikey down.

"Not gonna ask why, anyway, we have class now so I'll see you in a bit." I say slowly, taking in what Ray said and then slowly turning around, heading for class.

In English all of the girls were gossiping about what all of the teachers were wearing, and for some reason I paid close attention to what they were saying. Maybe because I couldn't be bothered to do my work.

"Did you see Mrs Fry? She should have kept those areas hidden. I mean, like, really. Like, she's too fat to wear a nightgown like that." Said one girl.

Another replied with, "Yeah, but have you seen some of the jocks like oh my god! And some of the teachers look pretty good too, like Mr Wales."

Apparently she was right because the other girls started nodding and giggling to each other.

"But some teachers just look weird, like, is you see Miss Amy?" Said the first girl.

"Yeah. Like, did you see Mr Way. Like, yeah, he looks cute and all but really? I know he can pull off basically anything but I just didn't imagine him owning one of those things." Replied someone next to her.

Their conversation switched to some other topic that sounded boring so I pondered over what they had said. Did Mr Way do something? Of course he did Frank don't be stupid, why would they have spoken about him like that if he hadn't?"

Classes go by and before I know it Art has come along and I finally get to see what the girls were talking about.

When I first walked in I don't see anyone, but when I look to my left I see a large weird looking skeleton bending over, struggling to pick something up off of the supply closet's floor. The position they're in gives me a great view of their ass, so I'm not complaining, it's a damn fine one they've got there, but I also need to know who this is-oh shit.

The mystery person straightens up and turns around, revealing a red faced Mr Way, and just to add, I swear he had sex hair.

"Oh! Hey Frank!" He said after realising I was standing in the door.

"H-hey Mr Way." I say, getting over the minor shock.

"Do you like my pajamas? I don't know about them to be honest. Do they make me look fat?" He said. I then realised this was Mikey's brother speaking, instead of my art teacher. Which by the way, are two very different things.

"No, you look great. Uh...yeah, you look great." I say.

"Great! Anyway, class is starting, you better let the rest of the people behind you in."

I went very red in the face after turning around and seeing the whole class behind me waiting with impatient looks on their faces. Shit.

I rush to my seat quickly and prepare for the lesson.

Notes

How was that? I'm really sorry that it's took me so long YET AGAIN to update. But here I am!

And by the way, this is part one of day three. In case you were wondering.

Anyway, bye for a bit!

*straightens trilby and hops into TARDIS*