Disguised Amongst Mortals
She nods brightly. "That's a promise!"
You try to smile back.
"Okay, everyone, settle down." Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Minnow, enters the room. He's a young man with "scholarly-glasses" — as Irene likes to call them — and he always wears an argyle sweater vest over a button down shirt. "Before you go off to your classes, I have an announcement to make. As you know, I am our school's club advisor, and I have just been made aware that there is a new improv club for those of you interested in that. The interest meeting is after school today."
Irene looks at you with gigantic, shining eyes. You swear you can see the whole sky reflected in them. "Oh my god! We HAVE to go!"
Personally, you're not a huge fan of improv, and you have another club meeting after school, but Irene's eyes are difficult to resist.
You try to smile back.
"Okay, everyone, settle down." Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Minnow, enters the room. He's a young man with "scholarly-glasses" — as Irene likes to call them — and he always wears an argyle sweater vest over a button down shirt. "Before you go off to your classes, I have an announcement to make. As you know, I am our school's club advisor, and I have just been made aware that there is a new improv club for those of you interested in that. The interest meeting is after school today."
Irene looks at you with gigantic, shining eyes. You swear you can see the whole sky reflected in them. "Oh my god! We HAVE to go!"
Personally, you're not a huge fan of improv, and you have another club meeting after school, but Irene's eyes are difficult to resist.