𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

-1𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙-
I walk in with my music blaring in my ears, I like to get there before everyone so that there isn't any eyes on me coming in, I wipe my shoes off at the door and head to my seat.

I sit with my head down staring at the curse words that lined my shoes, the class poured in and whispered amongst their friend groups. As I begin to zone out a hand slaps my desk, hard too. I look up to see my substitute looking angrily at me.

"Hood. Now." she says loud enough causing everyone to stare my way.

"Uh, My teacher usually lets me wear it bec-"

"I don't care! This is my classroom for today so your are going to abide by my rules, understand."

"I don't actually, maybe if you speak a little bit slower I could." I say sarcastically.

I can tell she's had enough, I can see her wrinkly face getting red. She's totally gonna flip shit on me. But I was wrong. She rips my hood off and walks back to her seat with her nose up. Nobody's seen my face since the beginning of this year, when it started getting bad.

Everyone was looking at me, I could feel the lump in my throat growing as I looked at each person looking back at me in either disgust or disbelief at how patchy my face had gotten. The silence was haunting.

I put my hood back up and ran out the class before anyone could see me cry.