It All Starts with a Mask – Simple Story
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|Chapter 1: A Heavenly Start|
A blur of colours meet my eyes as they open, meeting the light of the world, separating me from sweet slumber. I reach across my comfortable queen sized bed, groping and feeling for the familiar cold plastic.
Ah, there they are, my glasses.
I put them on and the comforting sight of my room greets me. Groaning I get up and get ready for school. After eating and a brief shower I put on my grey shirt and black jacket, with matching jeans. I grab my I.D. staring at my picture; my hair there was combed and I wore no glasses, most people would say I look good there, but I prefer my brown ruffled hair and dark blue glasses, besides, the picture doesnât show off my tan very much. Beside the picture was my name, Benjamin E. Denword, Itâs not a special name, but it was mine. I grabbed my keys and rode my motorbike off to school.
You know, despite the glasses, I wasnât a loser. I got high grades, was part of the âCool Crowdâ as people call it, have nice supportive parents, a smart, beautiful, and funny girlfriend, and was generally very happy with my life.
I got to class on time and greeted the teacher as he came in. He announced it was the day he was giving back our long test, I wasnât worried. While he was announcing our names one by one so we could receive our papers, I chatted with a few friends at the back. When my name was called I came up and took my paper. âCongratulations Mr. Denword, third highest score.â He said handing me the paper with a small smile, I took it, smiled back, thanked him, and sat back down.
64/70
Meh. Not the best score ever. The guy beside me, Carlos I think, whispered to my ear âParty later at Jamesâ place. You in?â Naturally, I took out my phone âHang on.â
You: Dad, Iâm gonna go to a party later, k ? Itâs Friday any way ⊠can I go ??
The reply came quick
Dad: Ok, Iâll tell your mom you have a group project, be back before 11.
You: Thanks dad ï Love ya !
I look back to Carlos with a smile
âIâm in â
The Lunch bell rang and I walk away from class, down the pure white corridor lined with students. A glance down my right and I see an average sight, at least, for me. Three big guys, members of the football team, are pinning a smaller kid to a wall, shouting at him, probably demanding money. The kid was refusing and it looks like heâs going to get quite a beating. Now, normally, I donât play the hero, The kid was small and weak and the jocks needed some money. Yet, I see an opportunity in all thisâŠ..
âHey, kid! â I shouted as I casually strode towards them. They all looked to me in surprise. âScrew off Ben!!!â The leader shouted at me âThe kidâs our âmoney-buddyâ. â I look at them blankly, calculating my next move. âCalm yourselves. â I said, my voice stoic. At this point I was already in front of them. âCâmon kid, just give