My name is Perkinssef Paekflo. I'm over 3,000 years old, believe it or not. I was alive before Jesus. Jesus. Can you believe that? Anyways, life's been getting kind of boring lately. I mean, after 3,000 years of being able to do anything and everything, who wouldn't start to get bored?
Now, you might be thinking 'Oh he's a vampire' or 'He's a zombie?' or maybe even 'he's a God' but no. Unfortunately. I'm neither a vampire, zombie, nor a god. I'm just simply immortal. Don't ask why though. I don't even know myself. I just kind of.. never aged? Well, yeah, I never did.
My parents had died when I was a kid so I lived on my own. Now as an orphan who lived all by myself, I didn't get an education. I also didn't know how to socialize with other kids my age. That just meant that nobody noticed when I moved away to start a new life for a few years. That is, until somebody noticed my "condition".
Anyways, enough with my boring past. I've decided to say goodbye to the boring life and become... hmm. Maybe I won't tell you. I'll let you guess as I explain how my first day went.
The morning of my first day at my new job, I picked out a fresh white button-down shirt and some dark brown dress pants to go with my rich black blazer. The night before, I had spent almost an hour shining my shoes I'd wear in the morning. I grabbed a comb and a jar of hair gel and walked over to the mirror. I'd given myself 30 minutes to do this. When I noticed I stopped aging, I was around 25. So, I still have a young face.
I stared at my reflection for a moment before starting. 'Man I really look like mom, don't I?' I thought. I was young when my father died and my mother soon after, but the image of her humming me to sleep is still fresh.
Now, my mom wasn't bad looking so naturally, neither was I. Over the years, the definition of "handsome" has changed but I stayed in the general idea of it, and obviously evolution is a thing so my facial structure is a tad different than the modern person. But there is always plastic surgery. Though I don't have enough money saved up to do that yet. So instead I opt to style my hair to take attention away from my face.
I opened the gel and stuck two long finger into it, and slathered it into my soft, light brown hair. The gel had made my hair turn a dark brown, which I didn't mind. It made my hair match my eyes.
At first, I parted my hair down the middle but decided it wasn't working. Next I tried parting it on one side. That wasn't working either. I took the comb in one hand, and scooped a generous amount of gel into the other. Of course there were tons of other options such as no part at all, but I finally decided to comb it straight back.
For the rest of what would be my future routine, I carried on as usual. Brushed my teeth, put on clean socks, and packed my bag with everything I'd need for the day. At about 7:45, I grabbed my keys and headed out. It took about 10 minutes to get there. As I drove into the gate, there were big letters on the exterior wall that read 'Merltson Highschool'.
As the principal had asked, I followed the big white arrows to the main office. When I walked in there was a medium sized desk in the middle of the room with a middle-aged-looking woman sitting in a chair behind it. "Good morning. Mr. Paekflo?" she asked me with a toothy smile. Her smile kind of creeped me out, so I returned it and said, "Good Morning. Yeah, that's me." As the lady faced her computer screen again, her smile dropped as if I'd told her that her cat died. Then she handed me a schedule for the day. The last thing she did was give me directions to room 202. History.
Well? Did you guess correctly? I'm a high school history teacher! I thought I could do this because I happen to know more about history than I let on. Get it? It's funny because I was there for most of what modern historians seem "important". I mean, how could I not have? If you hear that man is going to walk on the moon, you would pay attention too, wouldn't you?