“Oh my God.” James Rhodes stares at the campus green, doing his best not to throw up. What the hell? What the literal, actual hell? What the… he can’t even think of more things to think as he stares at the campus.
Thirty differently dressed clowns mill around, juggling and painting the faces of college students who are smiling and laughing for some ungodly reason. How is this real? Why would clowns be here? Who would want clowns here, and, furthermore, who the hell would want a clown close enough to paint their face?
James blinks, takes a deep breath, and forces it out, trying to stop himself from throwing up. He can’t throw up here, not at college. This is the place where none of the embarrassment from high school can follow him, and he’ll be damned if he ruins this clean slate for himself.
And no, he isn’t being overdramatic. His sister says he is, and his high school friends agree, but James isn’t. It isn’t overdramatic to dislike people who willingly paint themselves to look like disgusting nightmares, and it certainly isn’t overboard to be afraid of them.
James takes another breath, and then another, and clenches his hands into fists when a new voice calls, “Are you okay?”