weisfels

Today was going to be a bad day for Derek. Derek hated the goths. Nothing ruined his morning more than seeing the crowd of black velvet, white makeup, thick eyeliner, along with the jingle-jangle of a million different chains and spiked accessories. He would always glare at them and shoot out clever insults as they clomped by in their sky high platform boots, laughing and chatting to themselves - no doubt about something like Nightmare Before Christmas, or something equally as dorky and lame. Why hadn’t they grown up yet? They were in college for Christ's sake! Although he hated them all almost equally, there was none more irritating than Danika - or “MANika” as he liked to call her, since she basically did herself up like an obnoxious goth drag queen. Every day she seemed to wear some sort of new impractical dress, made of ruffles and velvet and other stuff that belonged in the Victorian era, not college. Her makeup was always way too thick for his liking, her boots were way too

Today was going to be a bad day for Derek. Derek hated the goths. Nothing ruined his morning more than seeing the crowd of black velvet, white makeup, thick eyeliner, along with the jingle-jangle of a million different chains and spiked accessories. He would always glare at them and shoot out clever insults as they clomped by in their sky high platform boots, laughing and chatting to themselves - no doubt about something like Nightmare Before Christmas, or something equally as dorky and lame. Why hadn’t they grown up yet? They were in college for Christ's sake! Although he hated them all almost equally, there was none more irritating than Danika - or “MANika” as he liked to call her, since she basically did herself up like an obnoxious goth drag queen. Every day she seemed to wear some sort of new impractical dress, made of ruffles and velvet and other stuff that belonged in the Victorian era, not college. Her makeup was always way too thick for his liking, her boots were way too