Class IC Has A Secret

Prologue:

You see them happy

You see them smile

You see them laugh

You see them cry...

To live is to die and to die is to live; no truer words have been spoken, know what masks they own, or you may find yourself contemplating for quite some time to follow. They will never reveal, for they play tricks, they play fools and the conundrum you face from them. Hints may be provided, or you may view them as rambles, tricks to disguise their masks further, while you contemplate. The dawn of the day and closure of the night hath no control over when they move.

I say, they're with you from the start and hold your hand at the close. You tremble at them, the thought of their overwhelming capacity for fear. Fear and them are two companions that know no single being. First breath to final, they strike all. Coming and going, they greet you and you them. the thought of their being haunts you, welcomes you, scares you, and even joys you. You've thought about them, and oh by chance, they've thought about you a great deal.

I've encountered fear myself, for fear isn't the truest of acquaintances. Tricksters we are, and not even I can't escape our hold. When it all started in a man who transferred to class IC. He turned on us many times, I remember as if my eyes hath laid view on it just this past breath.