The boy who liked school
The boy was getting ready for school. He liked school. It was fun with all the teaching of numbers and words. He liked being praised by the teachers and friends. He was the class representative and always had good results. Yes, he liked school and the school liked him.
After brushing his teeth, he walked to his 'special box'. There, he placed in his anger and anxiety for it would not be good to lash out in anger needlessly, or stutter and stumble in a nervous wreak so that people would laugh at him.
He threw in some happiness and most of the loud chuckles that came with it. Laughing too loudly would be disastrous. Look at Billy Dimple. He laughed too loudly at a joke and ended up chained to the fence by the Skullheads. Stupid stupid boy. No... there shouldnt be too much laughter.
He put sadness into the box. He didn't need that. In went compassion, and a large portion of kindness. It would not be good to be too nice to offenders now would it?
Finally, after much thought, he put into the box love. That was a useless piece of junk he concluded. Especially when it involved Sarah Wilson. He hated the feeling and never wanted to have it ever again.
Satisfied, he closed the box and placed it under his bed where the monsters stayed. They would be fed well this time and perhaps stop muttering incessantly at night. They were rather noisy.
He then opened his closet door and took out a rubber mask. It was soft to touch, like actual skin. He didn't know if it was real skin, nor did he care. The boy fixed the mask on his face. He looked in the mirror and was satisfied with the results. There, this way, everybody would think him perfect. The mask stretched a little as he grinned. Then, with a light whistle, he sauntered out of the door and into the world.
