The day of Mateball, there was a knock at my door at eight in the morning. Loren was dead asleep in her bed. The knock woke me up slightly but I figured I was imagining things. It wasn’t until the second, louder knock that my eyes opened. I begrudgingly slunk out of bed and opened the door. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I was seeing things correctly.
Standing in front of my door were two extravagantly dressed people. The one on the right had spikey black hair that curled around their face but also stuck up straight to the ceiling. They were dressed in all sorts of leather and silver chains. They cracked their gum at me as their eyes ran over me.
The second person was more masculine. They had on a pin-stiped pantsuit, that ended slightly below their knees, and shiny silver cowboy boot
