HG
I smile convincingly,
I think.
It's a familiar act now,
although I must remember to blink.
Class was difficult,
To say the least.
I tried to seem normal.
He was still a beast.
No. He's not.
His too is an act.
I won't tell however,
we made a silent pact.
I've yet to be summoned,
and I've yet to tell,
that I found him in the corridor,
reeking of that smell.
The blood is still there.
It won't come off.
I've developed a habit of scratching,
and now I have a cough.
I almost ruined my work,
when he stood behind me,
and announced to the class,
how I, the busybody
Had earned a detention,
that evening, at seven
and that if I was late,
I'd lose a hundred and eleven.
So here I was,
practising my smile.
I did knock. I wonder where he is.
It has been a while.
Reviews really egg me on :)