Someone stands before the class, presenting a true life event. What comes out of their mouth may possibly be the most ridiculous work of fiction you'd ever heard. The entire class may burst out in laughter and the teacher may fail the student on the project. No matter how much the student pleas, nobody will believe his story. However, the student will prove its existence. After all, truth is stranger than fiction.
Walking through the doors to school was supposed to be an interesting and somewhat fun day, as it was the first day of school. It was supposed to be a day where kids learn about the classes they're about to spend most of the year in and meet up with friends and seeing what all they did over the summer. It was supposed to be a good day, so why did I feel an incredible sense of unease washing over me?
I sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria and awaited the arrival of my friends. The first one to come in was Chuck, sporting a leather jacket and long red hair that made me wish my mom would stop cutting mine so short. Following him was my other best friend, Drake. He had his usual long sleeved, tight tan shirt, tagged along with his usual curly hair.
They all sat at the table before me and we began chatting about our summers. I didn't really have anything exciting to share, as I mainly stayed home a majority of the time. Everyone else went to amusement parks or visited relatives for a few days. Either way, our summers were full of lack luster excitement.
The bell rang and it was time for our classes to begin. We all walked together to our first period class, as we all had the same one. After walking through the door, we were lucky enough to find a cluster of empty seats so that we could all sit together. We chatted amongst ourselves until a new kid walked through the door, sporting an old fashioned gas mask. My friends and I got a good laugh out of it before he decided to sit near us.
Not too long after, the bell rang again and class started. The teacher stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She stood behind her desk and did rollcall. As she was doing so, we tried talking to the new kid. He was a weirdo after all. We would laugh at anything he said. Eventually, we asked him about the lame mask. He replied, saying that the mask could not be removed, it was a part of his face. Or course, we all got a kick out of that.
After class got out, we invited him to hang out with us after school. He thought we were being friendly with him. In reality we were planning on taking his dumb mask off.
We waited for him for what felt like hours. He said he'd be here any minute, what was the issue?
We heard some rustling behind a bush and got terrified it might be some kind of rabid animal. My mom would kill me if I came home with a bite mark on my arm again. I backed away in fear until I saw the guy with the gas mask coming toward us.
I had my friends grab him and hold him down. They entire time, he kept wriggling and crying out in distress. I began to reach for his mask and run my hands along the sides to find an opening to get the mask off.
It felt as though the mask was a part of the guy's skin, as there was no sign of an opening. What kind of sick game was this kid playing at?
I gripped the breathing apparatus and he cried out in pain, but the screams were muffled by the mask. I began to pull but his screams only got louder.
I dug my fingernails under the part where the mask ends and the breathing apparatus begins. I was ignoring any sound he made at the time, the only thing I'd focus on was getting it off the guy.
I pulled and pulled until it came off. I stared in horror at the opening where his face should have been. It was skin torn to shreds, his teeth all mangled.
Walking through the doors to school was supposed to be an interesting and somewhat fun day, as it was the first day of school. It was supposed to be a day where kids learn about the classes they're about to spend most of the year in and meet up with friends and seeing what all they did over the summer. It was supposed to be a good day, so why did I feel an incredible sense of unease washing over me?
I sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria and awaited the arrival of my friends. The first one to come in was Chuck, sporting a leather jacket and long red hair that made me wish my mom would stop cutting mine so short. Following him was my other best friend, Drake. He had his usual long sleeved, tight tan shirt, tagged along with his usual curly hair.
They all sat at the table before me and we began chatting about our summers. I didn't really have anything exciting to share, as I mainly stayed home a majority of the time. Everyone else went to amusement parks or visited relatives for a few days. Either way, our summers were full of lack luster excitement.
The bell rang and it was time for our classes to begin. We all walked together to our first period class, as we all had the same one. After walking through the door, we were lucky enough to find a cluster of empty seats so that we could all sit together. We chatted amongst ourselves until a new kid walked through the door, sporting an old fashioned gas mask. My friends and I got a good laugh out of it before he decided to sit near us.
Not too long after, the bell rang again and class started. The teacher stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She stood behind her desk and did rollcall. As she was doing so, we tried talking to the new kid. He was a weirdo after all. We would laugh at anything he said. Eventually, we asked him about the lame mask. He replied, saying that the mask could not be removed, it was a part of his face. Or course, we all got a kick out of that.
After class got out, we invited him to hang out with us after school. He thought we were being friendly with him. In reality we were planning on taking his dumb mask off.
We waited for him for what felt like hours. He said he'd be here any minute, what was the issue?
We heard some rustling behind a bush and got terrified it might be some kind of rabid animal. My mom would kill me if I came home with a bite mark on my arm again. I backed away in fear until I saw the guy with the gas mask coming toward us.
I had my friends grab him and hold him down. They entire time, he kept wriggling and crying out in distress. I began to reach for his mask and run my hands along the sides to find an opening to get the mask off.
It felt as though the mask was a part of the guy's skin, as there was no sign of an opening. What kind of sick game was this kid playing at?
I gripped the breathing apparatus and he cried out in pain, but the screams were muffled by the mask. I began to pull but his screams only got louder.
I dug my fingernails under the part where the mask ends and the breathing apparatus begins. I was ignoring any sound he made at the time, the only thing I'd focus on was getting it off the guy.
I pulled and pulled until it came off. I stared in horror at the opening where his face should have been. It was skin torn to shreds, his teeth all mangled.
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