You're awoken by a throbbing headache. You open your eyes and immediately regret that decision as your retinas are assaulted by the bright afternoon sunlight. Wincing, you rub your forehead willing the pain to go away, but only succeeding in hearing the bustle of a nearby street. Of course, the noise is amplified by whatever is making your head hurt, making it sound like the pedestrians are screaming in your ear and the noise from the cars is reverberating inside your head. It feels like you have the mother of all hangovers. Only problem is, you don't remember drinking last night. To be fair though, you don't remember anything from last night. There was a meteor shower the night before, then nothing.
Your name is SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK WHY DOES YOUR FUCKING HEAD HURT SO BADLY!? You take a deep breath and open your eyes again. It seems you're slowly getting used to your situation. You're head's clear enough now to remember that this isn't the first time this has happened to you. Even worse, it seems like it's been happening more often lately, and your head hurts more each time. This hasn't been helping your studies at all. Wait, were you studying to get into college or were you already in?
You shake your head and change gears. It'll come back to you shortly. You look yourself over and realize that you're wearing a tuxedo. In the middle of the afternoon. You look around and realize that you're behind a thrift store. You could try to grab something and change quickly, payment optional, or you could walk home dressed like this.
What do you do?>Go home in a Tuxedo. Who cares?>Get some clothes from the thrift store. If so, shoplift or buy?
What school do you go to?>High School>UniversityPost too long. Click here to view the full text.