This Is My Face

It was an unusual summer, is not hot, cool bursts. It is for us to stay a boon for students. My flower bed shade, and gradually into the wind was gentle sleep. Just remember to do a dream, wake Shique content to forget, only know is a nightmare. Will be rewritten into MAC Cosmetics nightmare cool wind, blowing my shivering. Surrounded by a darkness, and I overslept the bedroom has been lights out. I am cursed with bad luck, while back bedroom.

Thing was to happen, it is not unexpected, that dream is perhaps the sign. Back to the bedroom from the bed to go through the playground, the only light was a large playground, clouds covered the moon. The playground like a layer of black gauze mask, true pitch dark. I was a little afraid, open environment for people to help the dark. I step in the walk, the back bedroom as soon as possible, hoping the porter willing to let me in yet.

Large playground should be flat, but was what I stumbled. mac foundation tumble less pain, so I immediately got up. Groan behind the sudden I was shocked.

"Good good ---- ---- ---- painful groans of the population that really hurt ----!" fuzzy teeth and off.

"Who! Who!" I cried frightened.

"Why do you kick me ----?"

I carefully looked the same class in the week of the original X, he was boring, rarely speak, but an opening day can also be scary.

"You did not return to the bedroom?" I asked him, he did mac mascara answer, "No, you do not do not stay it?"

"I come to something." (Due to trouble with normal language the following Syria) weeks X answer.

"So late looking for?" Because the more I do not how a man afraid.

"Face!"

"What?"

"My face." He said, very calm, very serious. I involuntarily glanced into his face, his face was pale, still good in it that in the place. I was relieved.

"Your face is not still alive?"

"You say this?" He pointed to his face, said: "I did not, it is X, Zhou."

Thrown a sense of foreboding in my heart, mac false eyelashes asked: "Are not you weekly X?"

He suddenly tempered together, cried: "This is not my face! Not! My face? Face?"

Hands in his ear, said something fierce. If there is a mirror will not recognize my own face goes pale cramps, because I see I shall never forget the terrible sight.

He went so far as life MAC Cosmetics Outlet life to tear his face off, revealing a bloody ... ...

I'm not scared out of the sound of hands and feet also lose control. "Week X" pointing at my face, protruding eyes seem very greedy. Shouted: "This is my face, back to me, face to me!" Then hand to tear.

I react to dodge, the face has came a great pain. Immediately turned to the dark, run like mad for no sense of direction, until the exhaustion of the last effort.

The next morning I wake up and lie outside the three thousand meters from bobbi brown brushes school garden, all like a dream last night.

The only way to prove that it happened, my face five wounds of varying lengths.

Has not seen since Week X, but perhaps one day he will again, come to me or someone else's face. I hope your face is not what he wants.

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