It's the first day on my new school. Other kids would be excited but not me.
For me it just means another day to hide.. another day to lie.
The bell rings and everybody runs to a free seat. I sit on a seat in the last row. I feel like people are staring at me. I think it's because I'm the new random guy. It's a relief when the teacher finaly comes and the attention that was previously focused on me is now on him.
But this relief was gone immediately when the teacher offered me to introduce myself. I sigh quietly and stand up.
"Hi, my name is Makoto," what a lie, "and I'm a new guy here," again, "please treat me well."
I bow short and sit down again.
I hate the stares from the others so much and I can feel all of them. It feels like their eyes are guns that are directed at me.
Fortunately, time passed pretty fast and I literally run out of the school to my home.
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Behind a mask
Teen FictionHi I'm a boy named Makoto. Actually.. most people think that. Even if this name means truth i hide a big secret behind my mask that i wear.
