The worst part was the people walking by. I tried to look upset – make my eyes water. Maybe then they’d think I had been bullied or hurt. I kicked at the grey synthetic carpet with my wet runners, slow dancing internally to the squeaky symphony.
A steady gaze from a secretary cut short my musical career. There was no fooling her with my puppy dog eyes. She had seen my walk of shame at the principal’s heals and witnessed his stern words ushering me to my seat. She could see me for the convict that I was.
The room was sterile. Asphyxiating. I found myself choking on my thoughts.
I tried to remember why I had done it. The only thing that came to mind was white rage.
I thought of my mother and felt sick.
Some of the other kids had said something about a black book. If your name got written there it would never go away. A black stain on your past.
I thought of my dad and felt worse.
The infernal tic tocking was enough to drive a person mad.
Yes, that was why I did it.
Luna-tic tock, tic. tock. tic. tock…
I pretended to have magic powers. That I could crawl into people’s minds and curl around them. Maggot my way into their hearts. I wish I knew what I was supposed to say.
My powers changed and I was invisible. The only thing left behind was a peaceful shiny aura. At least this way I don’t leave behind a sour taste in their mouths.
My eyes willed Mr. Goffman’s door to the wall. Welded the hinges shut – imprisoning.
The handle turned.
My superpowers broke.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say.