#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.
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