Monsters University Clothes Novels & Stories

We want to invite all students to attend! . . . At the bottom of the post sat a picture of Sebastian wearing a black suit that hid away the beautiful artwork covering his skin. His long dark hair was pulled back in a bun and his ruby eyes seemed to glow. My shadow god definitely cleaned up well… I shook my head at the fact that I had called him mine and layed my device back down on the bedside table before climbing out of bed. I walked over to my closet, skimming the contents of it before pulling out one of the many school uniforms the school had provided me with. I hooked the hanger on the door knob of the closet and stripped my t-shirt off. Unbuttoning the black short sleeve dress shirt I

Counting the hours until Monday morning. Sunday night, I pack my school bag with manic attention. I choose my underwear , black, lace , with a conspirator's smile. No one will see them. Except perhaps the one for whom it's a silent message, a reminder beneath the uniform. I fall asleep with difficulty, my mind alert. Monday. 6:45 AM. I'm already dressed. The uniform , pleated gray skirt, white blouse, navy blue V-neck sweater , feels like a disguise. A ridiculous armor over my secrets. The marks are less vivid but still visible. I cover the one on my neck with a little foundation. The others remain hidden.

"You've conquered everything else. A lecture hall full of students should be easy." If only he knew. The university had invited me to stay for the semester, and while part of me wanted to refuse — to avoid returning to the city where I'd been broken — the larger part of me knew I couldn't run forever. Missford was part of my story. And now, so was my triumph. But first, I needed clothes that felt like armor, something to make me stand out and not look like a doormat. "We should go to Stamford Department Store," I'd suggested to Kevin over breakfast. "I need something appropriate for a professor,"

There is a round elevated mini stage on the floor, surrounded by the mirrors. Mariko tool the remote from the wall. And pressed a button, and the doors of the closet opens automatically. Megan witnessed it and her mouth agape. Each styles of her clothes have different shelves. Gowns, jumpsuits, leather clothes, hoodies, and other uniforms from every professions, which had Megan got interested. “Why do you have these uniforms? Are you a con-artist?” She asked. Mariko shook her head. “I was just collecting them. I like collecting different types of profession.” She smiled.

How naughty he is! “Forget it!” I walk into my room and open the wardrobe. I decide to wear a simple black underwear outfit, denim shorts, a white short-sleeved T-shirt with a black skull and a leather jacket, and my usual black combat boots. “Here I am ready!” “You look good, but why didn’t you wear a tank top?” “Simply because someone gives me a hickey on display!” “Oops, I didn’t realize!” “Yes, right, it’s me instead of a wolf, I’m a unicorn!”

“Do you think I should get the shirt with the unicorn, or the turtle?” Rose and I were laying on her bed shopping. Aspen Falls is so small that we don’t have many clothing stores, and the ones we do have suck. “I like the unicorn, but they’d send you home from school if you wore it,” I told her when I looked at the options. The unicorn was really cute, but it was giving the finger with its front hooves. The turtle was also adorable, and looking grumpy.

It’s my first day, and I’m feeling a little nauseated. Once I was finished in the bathroom I dressed up in the academies mandatory uniform. It comprises a short, royal blue plaid skirt with a white-collar shirt and cream-coloured long sleeve sweater. Pulling on a pair of black, fingerless gloves, I’m glad for the sweater. That just saves me the trouble of trying to find a way to hide the tattoo’s on my biceps. Arriving at the academy I didn’t miss the glances or murmurs that flows with me as I propel my way into the domineering stone building, rather than ride in with Steven I choose to saunter down to the academy.

The room was lit up with yellow lights which looked like lamps. After surveying the whole room, my eyes landed on my uniform laid on the turquoise mattress. I carefully picked the clothes. The clothes consisted of skinny light blue jeans and a turquoise blue shirt with only a word "Alium" written in red, where normally a side pocket is situated. I was amazed, all the other school I had been to had hideous uniforms with skirts for girls and shorts for boys. Then there was an another piece of my uniform. They were a pair of black gloves, I was surprised to see them.

Madelyn was dressed in her high school uniform. The Ventrocloud High School uniform wasn't like the usual baggy uniforms in most schools. Instead, it was a sophisticated black ensemble that looked very authoritative. Even her shoes and backpack were different from the regular ones. They were made of exclusive material to stand out from the common ones.

As the students began heading to the great hall, ushered by teachers, the uniformed warriors ran out from a door close to us that had not been there seconds ago. "Get her out of here," Erix repeated to Alix before walking away to join the uniformed warriors. His clothes transformed from his school uniform to that of the warriors. Courtesy of one of the witches among them probably. "Let's go," Alix said and began pulling me towards the Hall. The black mist had evaporated, leaving its monsters behind. The monsters were engaged in battle with the uniformed witches. The wolves and vampires were focused intently on something beyond the broken ward. Something the mist monsters had sensed. A minute