She walked through the halls of South Park Elementary with her black Victorian shoes clip-clopping on the linoleum-tiled floor. The hallway was empty except for one other, the echoing sound of her shoes alerting the man to her approach. The man was carrying a hot mug of coffee and humming quietly to himself. He wore a green long sleeved shirt and black tie that appeared to be tied on a bit too tight. In fact, it made his head look rather large. He stopped walking and turned to look at approaching woman, accidentally sloshing coffee down the front of his shirt, and he stood there distractedly trying to wipe it off until she came to a stop right in front of him.

"Is there anything I can help you with, m'am?" He asked while still wiping at his shirt.

"Ah, yes there is," she said with a polite nod of her head, she was very soft spoken and had friendly tone of voice, "I'm looking for Principal Victoria."

"Oh, but of course!" He exclaimed as some form of recognition dawned him, "You must be here about the new teaching position.-" the woman gave an affirmative nod- "Principal Victoria is in the faculty lounge, I'll take you to her…." He began leading her through the school halls and pointing out all the classrooms and such along way. He was just showing her the cafeteria when he came to a sudden halt and slapped himself upside the head.

"Oh how rude of me!" He exclaimed as he just completely forgotten his manners, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mr. Mackey, and I'm the guidance councilor here at South Park Elementary. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask, m'kay?"

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Mr. Mackey." The woman said offering her hand, "And you may call me Emilie, Emilie Saunders."

Ethan, Henrietta, and Georgie were sitting at their usual spot at the school loading dock. Nothing was out of the ordinary, they just did what they normally do. Smoke, write poetry, and listen to abysmal sounding music on their beat up old radio. The only thing missing was their friend, Dylan. For a bunch of non-conformists, they sure had a monotonous routine going on. One can't help but wonder if they ever get bored, surely they had more going for them other than being dark and brooding? What could they possibly have to gain from being surly, anti-social twits?

Only to make life more miserable for the conformists…. What sad children they were indeed. Someone should've taught them that being Goth isn't about depression or self-harm, someone should've taught them that being rude to non-Goths is very unmannerly. Someone should have, someone needs to teach them. Oh where, oh where have the elder Goths gone?

"Have either of you seen Dylan today?" Asked Ethan in a bored sort of monotone. The other two gothlings shrugged their shoulders in reply and idly puffed on their cigarettes.

After quite some time, Henrietta cocked her head to the side and thoughtfully placed a pudgy finger on her chin. "Hmm," she grunted, "I think he had early morning detention or something."

Just then, Dylan came running apparently excited about something. He screeched to a halt rising up a cloud of dirt and panting laboriously.

"Well, speak of the devil. 'Bout freaking time you showed up." Said Ethan, "So, how was detention?"

"What?" Said Dylan still trying to catch his breath, "How the fuck should I know? I totally ditched."

"So then, where were you this morning?"

Dylan sat down next to Ethan and flicked his long bangs out of his face as he lit up a cigarette. He was quiet, presumably savoring his cigarette while he thought of a way to tell his friends about his exciting discovery. They were going to be blown away, that's for sure.

"Okay," he said cigarette smoke coming out of his nose, "so I was on my way to come meet you guys, when I saw this new teacher in the hallway. I decided to check her out."

"You can't really be serious." Said a cynical Henrietta. Dylan ignored her and continued as if she hadn't interrupted.

"So I was checking out the new teacher and it turns out that she's a Goth."

The normally reserved Georgie perked up upon hearing this news, his tiny little mouth was agape and he looked the most excited anyone has ever seen little kindergoth. Why, even Ethan and Henrietta were mildly surprised, but they were better practiced at hiding their emotions. Dylan sort of watch them as their slight, taken aback expressions turned into something that resembled mild skepticism. They seemed conflicted as to whether or not to believe him.

"Get the fuck out." said Ethan.

"No really, she's in Principal Victoria's office!"

"Okay you guys, I got to see this to believe it." Laughed Henrietta as she got up and started making her way the Principal's office. The others got up and followed suit.