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Something To Hide

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Class hadn’t started yet. The teacher simply sat in his chair and glared at his computer screen with eyes of hunger before he turned to me. I think. I felt like everyone was staring at me. They just kept their eyes glued to my mask and gave a hollow grin, their eyes scrunching up ever so slightly when one does as they smile. It stabbed my very core like nothing before. My friend Skull looked at me and nudged me, bellowing a chuckle that sounded like a bear scarfing down food. I chuckled with him, like a lion cub trying to roar. The class began, and the teacher fixed his mask before beginning the lesson. I could hear my friend whispering with his other friends, Wolf, Snake and Raccoon. “Where is she?” “Do you think she’ll show?” “You said she would be here.” was most of what I heard before Skull assured them that she was on her way. He then leaned over to me and whispered, “You did it right?” Just then the door burst open and the winter snow flew in with a girl walking in quick as a fire in dry wood, rushing to her seat with her head held low, the snow from her jacket falling like an avalanche off her clothes and her shoes squeaking against the hard floor. She sat down, head still low, and her hood covering her face, looking like the grim reaper, almost embarrassed to exist. Scared to look at you. Scared to look at herself. The teacher said nothing and resumed class before the boy next to her took in a gasp of air. “Crow forgot her mask!” he shouted, standing tall like a flamenco bird and pointing at the girl who lowered her head further. The boy pulled the hood off her and she screamed, her face had been revealed, beautiful tanned skin, the color of the greatest bronze, long black curly hair with white lilies woven in and the cutest freckles you ever did see. The best thing about her had to be her eyes. Her big as the tree, green as grass, luminescent eyes. And she wept. “Ms. Crow, leave my classroom now. You can come back when you find something to cover that face of yours.” “Preferably a paper bag” shouted Skull as the rest of the class laughed. Her eyes filled with water and streamed down like an endless river as she picked herself up and ran as fast as her legs would allow her. She didn’t even gather her things. Skull nudged me, and I laughed with him, my voice drowned out by the storm of chortles that consumed the class. But then again it wasn’t that loud to begin with. When it was over and people were leaving, Skull patted my head like a dog and told me “Good job little buddy.” I felt my body shake like an earthquake hearing those words, and as I met his gaze, a look of malice and disdain and just straight up ugliness was staring back at me. Then again… He always looked like that. “T-thanks.” Was all I could muster. He slapped my back and laughed before leaving me behind to shove all my folders and papers into my backpack, trying desperately to hide the Crow mask nestled inside.
Last year near the end I took a poetry class to help me with my writing. It did help even though it was difficult to work through but it was ridiculously fun and I miss every second of it. I wrote some... admittedly strange poems and stories in the class and this was one of them. We had to come up a short prose poem that was only a page long. I love prose but I suck at making short prose. This was the final product. I made just a bit of tweaking but overall it is all as it was the day I turned it in. This was what my mind came up with. Sorry if this is bad! Hope all who read it enjoy!
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