House of Wolves
The Notice Board II
Gerard took his black coat and wrapped it around his body. Underneath the coat, he was wearing a black shirt, black pants and a weird looking white tie. He checked his reflection in the mirror and sighed.
The attire he wore is a boring looking uniform for teachers at King Edward School.
Since the school opened in 1856, the teachers’ uniform haven’t changed a bit. The men wore a button down coat with Gerard God knows how many small white studs all over the front and the sleeves. Underneath they wore a black shirt and black pants, and a white tie (which looks more like a scarf than a tie). And since women gained entrance as educators in King Edwards School in the 1960s, the women uniform is slightly fashionable- just a knee length matching black coat but underneath they are free to wear any style of slack dresses. And on official assembly, the women will wear a hat- just think of what the Queen Elizabeth II wore on her official mission, and painted them in all black, and woooh la, you’ll get the female teachers’ uniform.
Gerard opened his wardrobe and looked at his collection of jackets- most of them are black in colour, and although he might look like as if he was dressing like some rock star dude who has a penchant for leather, all his clothes were actually created by world’s famous fashion house- Armani, Dior, Ralph Lauren, Versace… you name it.
He touched his Dior Homme velvet jacket which he had never wore. He planned to wear it if he’s going out with someone… some girl… but since he was thrown in the middle of Windsor town in Southern England, his hopes of finding a lady for dating is almost impossible.
But Gerard did not have to worry so much about that because like most aristocrat sons and daughters, he was actually engaged to a girl whom he had never met, or heard about.
“It was all for the family, Gerard.” His mom used to say when she told him the news. He was only 12 at that time.
And since that day, he was always wondering of whom his future bride might be. Oh well, who knows, maybe it’s Sarah Ferguson ( British royalty- ex wife to Prince Andrew), he thought to himself.
Yuck. I’d rather marry Courtney Love.
Gerard locked the door and walked on the deserted hallway. Then, he came to an abrupt stop in front of the notice board.
He stared at the notice he posted on the board… the one which he spent 2 hours doing into perfection- one and a half hour of browsing through his picture collection to find a perfect photo and another 30 minutes Photo Shop-ping it.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, just to make sure of what he saw.
But it was still there. It was real.
“Fuck.” he cursed under his breath. He tore the paper and walked angrily to the Academic Building.
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The attire he wore is a boring looking uniform for teachers at King Edward School.
Since the school opened in 1856, the teachers’ uniform haven’t changed a bit. The men wore a button down coat with Gerard God knows how many small white studs all over the front and the sleeves. Underneath they wore a black shirt and black pants, and a white tie (which looks more like a scarf than a tie). And since women gained entrance as educators in King Edwards School in the 1960s, the women uniform is slightly fashionable- just a knee length matching black coat but underneath they are free to wear any style of slack dresses. And on official assembly, the women will wear a hat- just think of what the Queen Elizabeth II wore on her official mission, and painted them in all black, and woooh la, you’ll get the female teachers’ uniform.
Gerard opened his wardrobe and looked at his collection of jackets- most of them are black in colour, and although he might look like as if he was dressing like some rock star dude who has a penchant for leather, all his clothes were actually created by world’s famous fashion house- Armani, Dior, Ralph Lauren, Versace… you name it.
He touched his Dior Homme velvet jacket which he had never wore. He planned to wear it if he’s going out with someone… some girl… but since he was thrown in the middle of Windsor town in Southern England, his hopes of finding a lady for dating is almost impossible.
But Gerard did not have to worry so much about that because like most aristocrat sons and daughters, he was actually engaged to a girl whom he had never met, or heard about.
“It was all for the family, Gerard.” His mom used to say when she told him the news. He was only 12 at that time.
And since that day, he was always wondering of whom his future bride might be. Oh well, who knows, maybe it’s Sarah Ferguson ( British royalty- ex wife to Prince Andrew), he thought to himself.
Yuck. I’d rather marry Courtney Love.
Gerard locked the door and walked on the deserted hallway. Then, he came to an abrupt stop in front of the notice board.
He stared at the notice he posted on the board… the one which he spent 2 hours doing into perfection- one and a half hour of browsing through his picture collection to find a perfect photo and another 30 minutes Photo Shop-ping it.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, just to make sure of what he saw.
But it was still there. It was real.
“Fuck.” he cursed under his breath. He tore the paper and walked angrily to the Academic Building.
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