#14 Real versus Fake (Part I)
Of all the things to be real in a fake paper classroom - why the chalkboard? I pushed the thought aside."Open your composition books to -"Had I not known the children behind me were paper I would have sworn the sound of books slapping down on desks were real.I would have sworn the books were real, their desks were real, and that the giggling and whispering . . . all of it was real.
Until I turned around.Not a single thing, paper doll or otherwise, was out of place. By accident my gaze fell on the cigarette-burn eyes. I shuddered and jerked around to face the only thing that I knew was real: the chalkboard. The cool stick of chalk in my hand lent a weight to reality. Just holding it helped soothe the fear caused cramping in my stomach.
Behind me the room erupted into laughter.