REVENGE

Masks

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Blake's p.o.v

Lunch is now over and we are all making our way to our next class, English. This is the only class that all the boys share with Emily.

We walk into class and take a seat at one of the long tables at the back dragging Emily with us. I sat her down next to me right before the teacher walked in and started the lesson.

"Good afternoon class, to start today off, I want you all to write something poetic. It doesn't have to rhyme but you need to be able to relate to what you are writing. At the end I will choose the best one, read it out to the class and maybe get the author to explain why they wrote about that topic and how they relate to it. You may begin."

And with that we all started writing on a spare piece of paper. 5 minutes later we were all done. We handed our writing in and spoke quietly while the teacher read them.

"Ok class, quiet down. I have chosen a piece of writing that I think is by far, the best piece of writing I have seen from a student in years. The author is Emily Spades and she wrote about masks". Masks? Believe me, I'm proud of Em's but, masks?

The teacher then began to read her poem and only then did I understand why the teacher chose hers.

"Every morning we look in the mirror and everyone will see different things. Some people see big bright smiles while someone else might see dark circles under their eyes. Someone is practically glowing with happiness while someone else is like an empty shell wanting the day to end before it even started. Someone goes to work/school with that same bright smile they had this morning whereas someone else will think, what mask should I wear today? Most people see us and will think we are happy, but those are only our masks. Masks that hide our true emotions and feelings from the world. Why do we wear masks? I wear them to protect myself, to hide my weak self. Someone once told me that I changed. But I didn't, I just changed my mask. We wear masks to make the people we care about proud. Then we make one mistake and they judge us based on that one moment in a life full of many. They tell us to be ourselves but when we are, they don't like it. So, the question is, do you want me to stop hiding behind my mask when I am hurt or sad? Do you want to see me break down? Do you want to see me when I am at my worst? Do you really want to see that side of me? I don't think so. But the next time you look at someone, remember; behind every mask there is a face, and behind every face there is a story."

Wow. I am completely and utterly shocked. I looked around the class to see everyone's expressions. Emily was starting off into space, and half the class is crying, mostly the girls. And maybe I shed a tear or two. But that's it. Now more than ever I want to be able to heal her wounds, if she would just let me.

"Would you mind sharing why you wrote this and how you relate to it?" the teacher asked.

Emily's p.o.v

Should I? I mean, it won't really matter, I might as well. English is actually one of my favourite subjects because I LOVE writing.

I was actually thinking about becoming an author as a future career before I moved to Italy. But plans change. However, I am writing this book on Wattpad. So, I still have a part of the old me.

"Emily?" the teacher asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. "There is no harm in sharing a little, so why not?"

"When I wrote this, I thought about my past. My past can be viewed as both good and bad. Bad because, as you all know, I used to be bullied and good because it played a huge role in making me who I am today, a strong, successful, and independent woman.

But in both the past and present, I have worn a mask. In nearly every moment of my life, I was wearing a mask to hide my true emotions and feelings. There are a few moments when I am alone that I will have a complete breakdown, but I guess that is inevitable when you bottle up your emotions.

I wrote this because I am one of the many people who look in the mirror and sees bags under their eyes from the lack of sleep because of all the night terrors. I'm one of the people who has to wake up in the morning and choose a mask to wear for the day. And I will most likely be like that for the rest of my life. All because of my past.

But I also know that if I manage to find someone to love with my whole being, someone I would lay down my life for, someone who will love me back just as much, then I believe I can bring down my mask a lot more. Feel a lot more. It may even lessen the nightmares to know that I am safe in their arms. But until then, I will continue to wear these masks and hide my emotions like I have, every day, for the past 5 years."

When I finished talking the class was dead silent. Over half the class was either crying or had tears in their eyes. I looked around the table I was currently sitting at and saw the boy's faces were filled with sadness, guilt and regret. Well, except for Blake. He was sad but he also had a look of strong determination.
But determination to do what?

~~Time skip to last class of the day~~

I'm now sitting at a desk in the corner at the very back of the room. Unlike all my other classes, this class had all the desks separate from each other.

Students start piling into the room and taking a seat at one of the desks and talking to their friends. Considering all my friends are in another country, I decided to just sketch in my art book until the teacher came.

2 minutes later the room went dead silent. I didn't bother to look up until I heard the scraping of the chairs around me. I looked up to see that Blake was now sitting next to me, Alex in front of me and Levi in front of Blake.

Before either one of us can say anything, the teacher walks in trying to silence the already silent class. Lol.

"Good afternoon class and welcome to language. In this class we learn and study many different languages but this semester we will be focusing on Italian."

She then handed out a work sheet for us to work on. I was fluent in many languages including Italian so I just continued to sketch in my book. 10 minutes later a figure leaned over me drawing my attention away from my book. "what are you doing this is language class NOT art class. Questi stupidi studenti, almeno in questa classe, posso dire quello che voglio senza mettermi nei guai. Vorrei poter già fallire tutti questi studenti ma devo aspettare fino alla fine dell'anno."

(These stupid students, at least in this class I can say whatever I want without getting into trouble. I wish I could just fail all these students already but I have to wait till the end of the semester.)

Wow she is so oblivious to the fact that I know everything she is saying. The whole class is just looking at her with confused looks on their face while she just stands there with a smug look on her face. A look I am about to destroy.

"Sei uno stupido, i tuoi metodi di insegnamento sono orribili. Ora che sono qui tu non puoi dire quello che vuoi perché capirò ogni parola. E non ti preoccupare, non fallirai con tutti"

(You are the stupid one, your methods of teaching are horrible. Now that I'm here you can't just say whatever you want because I will understand every word. And don't worry you won't be failing everyone)

The whole class, including the teacher, looked absolutely shell shocked that I can actually speak Italian. The teacher didn't say anything else and walked back to her desk and for the rest of the lesson I just continued to sketch in my book.

After school ended, I was walking to the car park when Alex and Blake ran up to beside me. "Hey Em's" Alex cheerfully greeted me. "Can we ride back in your car; the other guys have already left without us so we either get a ride home from you or we walk. We choose you." It won't harm me to give them a lift, besides it's only an 8-minute drive.

We got in the car and drove home. On the way there, we were ALL screaming our lungs of while singing to some of our favourite songs. When we got home the Alex and Blake went and sat by Levi, Tyler, Chris and Nick on the couch while I just went to my room to have a shower.

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