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   "Another test easily aced" the girl said a loud happily to herself after the dictatious bell rang; signaling the end of class. Swarms of students flooded out into the claustrophobic hallways—rushing out to get in the line for lunch before all of the 'good' food would be taken. Meanwhile, the girl sat at her desk, watching and waiting for the traffic to die down. She and been invited to have lunch with other 'friends' but denied the kind offer with "sorry, I have work to do". Or rather…she did not want to be cramped and trampled by the animals that flood in the hallways. A male's voice screamed "YES! I got the last hot meat bun!!"

This smile I wear On this face on mine Stitched onto this sack of blood That stands here beside the others Above the crust and far from the ring of fire In the middle of this broken world Spinning endlessly on the surface of the clock tower Judged by the hands of time ~ Do I wear this smile Not letting sticks and stones Break such fragile bones As I share my laughs From my voice box to yours Standing here beside all of you So gladly enjoying your company Savoring this second chance at life ~ But a problem resides within Under this smile I so masque The horrible unveiling I wish you never to see Of a beating so frightened

CHAPTER 1 Masks. Everyone wears one. None are ever the same. Sharing but only one quality. To hide our true faces. Our hearts. Our souls. No one can see these masks, not even their own. My heart was pounding. Pajamas wet from sweat. I had another dream. Another nightmare. I feel so scared, so very afraid. But I can't remember why I'm feeling this way. Every night, I wake up drenched and afraid. Sometimes I can remember the dreams but its rare when I can't. My therapists suggested I keep a Dream Book, along with a journal, to write the dreams down so I won't forget. I've always had these dreams since I was a child apparently. That is, ac

       Once, there was a child named Misuzu, who dreamed of one day flying high above the clouds. She also had another dream, a dream that grew into a wish: she wanted to have a real friend, someone who was special to her in every way. One day on her way back to school, she came across a man lying on the beach exhausted and fast asleep from starvation and thirst. She ran down the stairs and to the other side of the road, buying a cold drink from a vending machine. Running back up the stairs in hopes of not falling, Misuzu sits next to the man placing the cold drink against the man's face. Waking up with a frantic jolt. As he drinks it, dissat