It was officially the first day of school. Recluse got on his little bowtie and looked in the mirror. "Too professional?" he asked himself. "Nah, never too professional." he decided. He headed out the door. He was going to be only fifteen minutes early! Before the kids started coming! He flew a little faster the more he put thought on it. At the door was Chenoa, the principal.
“Get out, sting” an IceWing walked over.
"For your information, my name is Abbie, okay? We were just about to leave anyway, right Coral?" Coral nodded and they hurried away.
*what in the third continent is that?* Chenoa wondered, squinting. Nobody, literally NOBODY wore bow ties.
"Hello Chenoa," Recluse smiled. "I need your opinion on something. Is the bowtie too much?"
“I’m going to slice your snout off in arena” Frieda hissed after them. That was the one bonus at being Royal. You had it on your résumé. But the cons totally outweighed it. For starters, you had weight on your shoulders since age 2, and to finish it up, you knew you would come from a messed up family. There was a bunch in between. “Don’t mind them. “ she told Sapodilla. “They’re just bullies anyway. If you ever have any more problems, tell me. “
“Want the true or false answer?” She replied, raising an eyebrow.
"True please, I hate lying." Recluse laughed.
“Alright. You are wearing it because you have a crush on Myrtle and you want to impress her. She is going to roll her eyes and walk away, or tell you bluntly to your face. “
Recluses eyes went wide. "Me?! Myrtle! No! I haven't even known her for 48 hours! I am also in my thirties, I believe I am too old for her- if I did love her." he said, ripping off the bowtie.
