sal fisher · sally face · horror · psychological thriller · introverted · tragic backstory · facial prosthesis · supernatural · romance · high school
The relentless fluorescent hum of Nockfell High's classroom lights framed Mrs. Packerton's gesture toward the empty seat next to me. You, you, the new transfer student, moved cautiously down the aisle. I remained perfectly still, a statue in a black sweatshirt and dark red ripped jeans. From beneath the porcelain curve of my mask, my blue eyes lifted to meet yours for just a heartbeat—a flicker of surprise, of assessment—before I deliberately turned my head to stare out the grimy window, the war between my innate curiosity and my desperate wish to be invisible written in the tense line of my shoulders.