Bees

I looked stupid. That's all I could think and that's all my mind could say. Even the bees inside my stomach were probably even making fun of me right now shouting "Take it off High" and "You Suck".

I felt like a loser to maybe I could find a big black sharpie and write the words on the grey pressed jacket that matched the grey pressed pants and the grey pressed tie and the shirt and the hat and UGH.

What was I saposed to do though for this was how everybody probably dressed here and First impressions were everything.

I rolled up the pants to my knees whipeing the sweat off my head. Boy was it hot in here.

I had to say that I looked a bit better with my knees showing with my lace ups.

I thought for a secant and than took off the jacket and the tie unbuttoning three of the top buttons of the grey shirt pulling up the sleeves to show my pale arms.

Mmm I looked a lot better but their was something missing something important.

I turned around examining the room again. My room.

Their was a twin bed in the corner a green and red quilted blanket on top and a green rug on the floor.

Their was a nightstand next to the bed with a lamp on it and a window beside it with dark curtains hung open to revel the sun fading through the trees.

On the other side of the room was a dark wooden dresser with a mirror on top of it where I was looking at myself in the mirror. In the corner of the room sat a wooden rocking chair where my blazer hung across the back with my black and yellow striped shirt and socks with shorts.

I walked over to the chair and picked up my socks unlacing my boots and pulling my socks up to my knees showing just the barest of skin before Horace's pants.

There was a nock on the door, a sharp tap. I got up stumbling with my unlaced boots and opened the door.

Horace was their and his expression went from smitten to disgust as he took in my outfit once more.

"What are you wearing" he shouted his voice echoing across the hall.

I wanted to shout at him " Well Of course your Clothes" but I couldn't I just couldn't and I bent down to lace my boots.

"Come on" Horace grabbed my shoulder and started yanking me out the door and down the stairs to dinner.

***

Hello Peeps.

I hope you like my spin off of Horace's personality and hope you get a better feel of Hugh's personality.

Hope to update soon
.M.R.