7:00 in the morning was a dreary time to wake up. The sun was only starting to rise into the cloudy skies, and it was safe to assume no student wanted to be awake. Thank god school didn't start for another 30 minutes.
"Morning already?" The man said, getting up from his spot under the desk. Groggily shuffling through the heaps of assorted garbage on the floor, he fumbled over to the doorway.
"GAH, MY EYES" shrieked the skeletal figure as he flipped the light switch, slamming back onto the floor while he shoved the sombrero on his head over his face. Mumbling to himself about afros and skull jokes on the floor, he turned his head to the side while muttering "I need a drink"
This, ladies and gentlemen, was the esteemed headmaster of True Love Academy. While the school was a known common ground for humankind and supernaturals alike, both sides could agree Headmaster Josè was just plain weird. Dressed more like a member of a mariachi band then a principle, the undead skeleton even chose to lug around a guitar everywhere. It was damned demeaning to so members of the staff, and just plain wrong to many of the people in the city. Josè P. Escobar was not a man who should be in charge of a school, and the city counsel knew that from day one. Of course they would say that, considering he only got the job due to luck. Headmistress Snailstrike just had put her job on the line in a round of strip poker, and now they've got a madman in charge. At least the guy had the decency to let her stay at school. As his secretary!
Walking over to his desk, Josè took a seat in the throne that fit surprisingly well with the room. Pressing a button on the PA system, he said "Linda, could you come in here and clean my room. I'd do it myself, but I've got a killer headache from last night. Barely remember what I did that's got me so F***ed up."
Hearing the shout from outside his office, he smiled to himself and leaned back in his throne. Crossing his boney hands behind his head, he muttered "It's good to be king"
