Guiles McGillan was certainly a unique person. He wore a white, long sleeved turtle-neck that hugged his skinny torso. His legs were clothed in black skinny jeans to help emphasize that fact that if Guiles was any skinnier, he'd fall through a crack in the ground. He had a full head of bright red hair and a large pair of bushy muttonchops to go with. He certainly turned heads when he walked by, if only because bystanders weren't sure they believed what they had just seen. Guiles was the new art teacher.
It was his first day and he arrived at his new art room. It was stocked with easels, cabinets full of paint, bricks of modeling clay, and anything else a fully stocked art room might have. Standing in the middle of the room was Principal Meridia Johnson.
"Ah," said Guiles, grinning a big toothy smile when he saw Meridia. "Madame! It's good to finally meet you. You are Ms. Johnson, are you not?"
Meridia smiled and nodded. "Why yes. Yes I am. So good to meet you, Mr. McGillan."
She reached out her hand for a handshake, but instead Guiles took her hand and brought it up to his lips for a kiss.
Meridia giggled and blushed. "Mr. McGillan," she said when she got her hand back. "I'm sure the students are going to love you. Now, your classes are going to start soon, so I'll leave you alone. But first..."
Meridia reached behind her and produced a large, flat, wooden box and handed it to Guiles.
Guiles, perplexed, took the box from her. "What is it?" he asked.
Meridia shrugged. "Open it and find out."
Guiles laid the box on a nearby table and opened the lid. Inside there was a gleaming array of art tools. Everything from sketching pencils, to paint brushes, to pastels was laid neatly inside a velvet bedding.
Guiles shook his head. "Oh, they are beautiful! But I simply can't accept! They are much too nice."
"I insist," said Meridia, shaking her head. "We went through great lengths to acquire these on your behalf. I simply will not let you give them back."
Guiles nodded. "Alright then. I well treasure them, always."
Meridia giggled again. "Oh, no, that won't do, either. You must use them to teach the students. It would be a shame to see such nice utensils go to waste, would it not?"
Guiles nodded. "I suppose you're right. Well, I must thank you, Ms. Johnson. You are very kind and generous."
Merida liked the way Guiles spoke. It was old fashioned, and a bit kooky, but it was also charming. "Call me Meridia, please," she said. "Oh! I almost forgot. There is one more thing." She produced a clipboard with a legal-looking document and a pen. "I need you to sign this, please. it got missed when we first hired you."
"Of course," said Guiles, signing away at the document.
Suddenly the bell rang, and Guiles could here the sound of students approaching.
"Well, I'll leave you to your work," said Meridia, looking over the document and grinning. "Good look."
"Thank you," Guiles replied. He watched as Meridia slipped out the door and students start to trickle in.
Now, to get to work.