Why could no one else see her for what she was? I wondered, my hand tightening on my pen as her cool flint eyes swung over me. How could they take her smiling face as anything more than a façade? The muscles on her face were too controlled, the smile never changing the coldness in her eyes. How could they not feel the rage boiling under that small smile? Every instinct I had was screaming at me to get out. Get out now! But I couldn't. Not if I didn't want to draw attention to myself. If she didn't notice me, I would be able to fly under the radar.
At least that's what I told myself.
-Inspiration from sitting in class.
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