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TODAY WAS PROM.

Alzar hugged his books to his chest, head stuck in a fog. Alien faces drifted by him, forcing him to keep his eyes down. He found himself wading in a sea of glassy-eyed strangers, seeking the sanctuary of Fancy’s office.

A foot caught Alzar’s ankle, sending him sprawling to the floor. His work scattered, papers sliding out of his binder in all directions.

A chorus of laughter erupted above him, burning his cheeks with shame. Students hovered above him, their twisted, unnatural faces ripe with vicious glee. Alzar froze, unable to force himself to grab his books. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe.

“Alright, children, let's get to class now,” a voice called, the figures around him quickly disappearing.

Alzar remained on his knees, too embarrassed to stand up.

A hand stretched toward him, Fancy’s gentle smile meeting his eyes. “Come, Alzar. I believe it's time for our session.”

Gathering his belongings, Alzar trailed behind her, cautiously eying the students exiting Fancy’s office. He immediately cast his eyes down, unwilling to stare at their inhuman expression.

Falling into his normal chair, Alzar rubbed the fresh bruise on his wrists, the concrete floor unforgiving to his body.

“That was very cruel of those boys,” Fancy observed causally, fixing a stack of papers on her desk.

“I was trying to ignore it.”

“You shouldn't ignore these types of things, Alzar. These children hate you. Why should you look that over? It won't go away.”

Alzar let his fingers linger on his injury.  “I guess you're right.”

“It saddens me to watch you, Alzar. You have no one to trust. You're entirely alone.”

Alone. So that's how he felt, surrounded by faces with dead eyes and stilted limbs. He couldn't refute her statement.

“But that's why I'm happy to act as your sole confidante. Everyone else may be plotting against you, but you can trust me.”

Alzar glanced over his shoulder, sallow face bending with stress. He finally leaned forward, meeting Fancy’s vivid eyes.

“At least I can trust you.”

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