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MidReal Story
The Secret
Scenario:É uma história sobre um vampiro e uma humana. Ninguém sabe que Felix é um vampiro, mas S/n parece curiosa sobre ele.
Havia um aluno novo na sala. Ele sentou-se nos lugares de trás e quase ninguém o notou.
Ele vestia todo preto, incluindo uma máscara que cobria seu rosto, exceto os olhos.
Fiquei olhando para ele por um momento, tentando vê-lo bem através do mar de outros alunos.
Ele era alto, talvez até mais alto que nosso professor, o Sr. Johnson. Sua pele era extremamente pálida, quase branca.
A princípio pensei que ele pudesse ser albino ou algo assim, mas então notei que seu cabelo era preto escuro.
Foi estranho, porque ele parecia familiar, mas ao mesmo tempo eu sabia que nunca o tinha visto antes.
Sempre que eu tentava pensar de onde eu o conhecia, minha mente ficava em branco.
Foi super irritante.
O cara misterioso percebeu que eu estava olhando e olhou para mim por um momento antes de se virar novamente para o Sr. Johnson.
Desviei o olhar rapidamente, fingindo estar prestando atenção na lição.
Meu coração batia forte no peito e eu não conseguia me livrar da sensação de que ele estava me observando. Olhei para Emily, que estava sentada ao meu lado.
Ela também estava olhando para o cara novo, com as sobrancelhas franzidas em preocupação.
Fiquei imaginando se ela conseguia vê-lo nos observando ou se ela estava tão curiosa quanto eu.
"Quem é esse cara?", Emily sussurrou, me cutucando com o cotovelo. "Não sei", sussurrei de volta, tentando agir com indiferença.
"Ele me dá arrepios.", assenti, fingindo que não estava interessado em saber mais sobre ele.
"Ele definitivamente tem uma vibração estranha", Emily concordou.
O Sr. Johnson parou de falar e olhou para nós.
"Desculpe", nós duas murmuramos ao mesmo tempo.
Ele olhou para o resto da turma e continuou a palestra sobre a Revolução Americana.
Tentei me concentrar em suas palavras, mas minha mente continuava voltando para o cara novo.
Fiquei imaginando como ele seria por baixo da máscara e por que ele a usava em primeiro lugar.
Talvez ele tivesse um problema de pele ou algo que o tornasse sensível à luz.
Isso explicaria por que sua pele era tão pálida, quase translúcida.
Quando o sinal tocou, sinalizando o fim da aula, peguei minhas coisas e me levantei.
Olhei para o novato, que estava juntando suas coisas lentamente.
Parecia que ele não queria estar ali, como se preferisse estar em qualquer outro lugar do mundo.
Fiquei imaginando qual seria a história dele e por que ele estava na nossa escola. Hesitei por um momento, então decidi me aproximar dele.
Andei devagar, não querendo assustá-lo ou fazê-lo pensar que eu era estranha por ficar olhando para ele.
Ele olhou para cima quando me aproximei, estreitando os olhos ligeiramente por trás da máscara.
"Oi", eu disse sem jeito, tentando pensar em algo para dizer.
"Hum, eu sou S/n. Bem-vindo à nossa escola."
Ele olhou para mim por um momento antes de responder:
"Felix", disse ele com uma voz profunda. Seu sotaque parecia estrangeiro, mas não consegui identificá-lo. "Obrigado.", disse ele.
Hesitei por um momento, tentando pensar em outra coisa para dizer.
"Por que você usa uma máscara?", perguntei finalmente.
Seus olhos se estreitaram ainda mais por trás da máscara, e me perguntei se eu tinha dito algo errado.
"É para proteção", ele disse lentamente em uma voz baixa que me causou arrepios." Proteção de quê?", digo.
Ele olhou para mim por um momento e então se levantou lentamente.
Ele era mais alto que eu e eu me sentia pequena perto dele.
Fiquei imaginando quantos anos ele tinha e se ele tinha sido retido muitas vezes. Parecia que ele poderia estar na faculdade.
"Nada", ele disse finalmente, pegando sua mochila. "Foi um prazer conhecê-la, S/n."
Ele passou por mim e saiu da sala de aula. Fiquei observando-o ir embora, confusa e um pouco irritada por ele não ter respondido à minha pergunta.
Fiquei pensando se talvez ele tivesse uma condição de pele que o deixasse sensível à luz e por isso ele usava uma máscara.
Hesitei por um momento, pensando se deveria segui-lo e fazer mais perguntas.
Então balancei a cabeça, dizendo a mim mesma que estava sendo estranha e que deveria deixá-lo em paz.
Mas então me lembrei do jeito como seus olhos se estreitaram para mim por trás da máscara e do jeito como sua voz soou profunda e misteriosa.
Minha curiosidade levou a melhor e decidi segui-lo. Andei rapidamente pelo corredor atrás dele, tentando não ser óbvia enquanto o seguia.
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Lana
introspective, and a bit shy. She notices a new student in her class who catches her attention due to his mysterious appearance and demeanor. Lana is intrigued by the boy's secrecy about wearing a mask and is curious about his identity. She tries to approach him politely and asks a few questions during class, but he remains enigmatic and leaves before she can gather more information.
Felix
likely in his late teens or early twenties due to his appearance and stature. He is reserved, mysterious, and guarded. Felix notices Lana's interest in him and chooses not to engage further, maintaining his secrecy about his mask and identity. He seems uncomfortable with attention and quickly exits the classroom after meeting Lana during introductions. His responses are brief and evasive, hinting at underlying complexities about himself that he does not wish to reveal.
There was a new student in our class.
He sat in the back, and almost no one noticed him.
He was dressed entirely in black, including a mask that covered his face, except for his eyes.
I stared at him for a moment, trying to see him clearly through the sea of other students.
He was tall, perhaps even taller than our teacher, Mr. Johnson.
His skin was extremely pale, almost white.
At first, I thought he might be albino or something like that, but then I noticed his hair was dark black.
It was strange because he seemed familiar, yet I knew I had never seen him before.
Whenever I tried to think of where I knew him from, my mind went blank.
It was super annoying.
The mysterious guy noticed I was looking and glanced at me for a moment before turning back to Mr. Johnson.
I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to pay attention to the lesson.
My heart raced in my chest, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching me.
I looked at Emily, who was sitting next to me.
She was also looking at the new guy, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
I wondered if she could see him watching us or if she was just as curious as I was.
"Who is that guy?" Emily whispered, elbowing me.
"I don't know," I whispered back, trying to act nonchalant.
"He gives me the creeps," I agreed, pretending not to be interested in knowing more about him.
"He definitely has a weird vibe," Emily nodded.
Mr. Johnson stopped speaking and looked at us.
"Sorry," we both murmured at the same time.
I sank lower in my seat, pretending to take notes while stealing glances at the new guy.
He didn't seem to be paying attention to anything Mr. Johnson was saying.
He just sat there, perfectly still, his pale hands folded on his desk.
I could see his eyes through the mask, and they looked dark and intense.
When he shifted slightly in his seat, I noticed he was wearing a ring on his finger.
It was silver and had an intricate design etched into it.
I couldn't make out what the design was from where I was sitting.
The bell rang in twenty minutes, and I hadn't written anything in my notebook except for a few random doodles of eyes and masks.
Emily passed me a note that asked if I wanted to grab lunch together later.
I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere, fixated on the enigma that had just entered our lives.
I gather my books slowly, watching him from the corner of my eye as other students file out.
My hands shake slightly as I stuff the last notebook into my bag.
Taking a deep breath, I stand and walk toward his desk at the back of the room.
He's methodically organizing his materials, each movement precise and controlled.
As I get closer, I notice his shoulders tense, though he doesn't look up.
I stop beside his desk, gripping the strap of my backpack.
"Hi," I manage to say, my voice steadier than expected.
"I am S/n."
He pauses his movements but keeps his eyes down.
Standing awkwardly by his desk, I wait.
Finally, he slowly turns to face me.
The fluorescent lights above cast harsh shadows across his masked face, making his pale skin appear even whiter.
His dark eyes lock onto mine, and a slight tremor runs through my body.
The classroom falls silent except for distant voices in the hallway.
After what feels like forever, he inclines his head in a barely perceptible nod.
His silver ring catches the light as his hand tightens around the strap of his backpack.
It's such a minimal response that I'm frozen for a moment, unsure if I should press further or retreat.
I shift my weight from foot to foot, the silence stretching between us.
He continues organizing his things with deliberate slowness, his long fingers brushing against the cover of a textbook.
I notice a few fresh scratches on his silver ring, as if they were made recently.
The fluorescent lights flicker above us, casting strange shadows across his face.
When he doesn't speak, I clear my throat and take a step closer.
His head snaps up at my movement, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Um, I was just wondering," I say, pointing at the corner of a paper peeking out from under his notebook.
It looks like his class schedule.
He glances down and quickly slides the paper away, but not before I catch a glimpse of several advanced placement courses listed.
The bell rings for next period, making me jump.
He stands abruptly, towering over me with an air of controlled power.
Watching your eyes narrow behind the mask.
The fluorescent lights continue their erratic dance, casting strange shadows across his face.
My fingers fidget nervously on the strap of my backpack.
He takes a deliberate step back, creating more distance between us.
The classroom feels impossibly quiet now that most students have left.
His shoulders tense visibly under his black jacket.
After what feels like forever, he gives a barely perceptible shake of his head and moves toward the door.
I hurry after him, weaving through clusters of students in the hallway.
His black-clad figure moves swiftly ahead, but I notice him glancing back at me over his shoulder.
When I finally catch up, I reach out to grab his arm, then remember how he tensed up earlier and stop myself.
Instead, I step in front of him, forcing him to halt.
The schedule paper peeks out from his notebook again, and I gesture to it.
"I can help you find your next class," I say, trying to sound casual despite the way my pulse races.
He takes a half-step back, creating more distance between us, but doesn't immediately walk away.
Felix holds his schedule tightly for a moment, his dark eyes studying my face through the mask.
The paper trembles slightly in his pale fingers as he slowly extends it toward me.
I reach for it carefully, trying not to brush against his hand.
The schedule is crisp and unmarked, unlike the worn papers of other students.
His posture remains rigid as I examine the document, but I notice his shoulders relax ever so slightly when I point to the location of his next class.
The fluorescent lights continue flickering above us as other students rush past, creating a strange dance of shadows across his masked face.
He nods once, a silent agreement, before disappearing into the crowd.
I follow him, keeping a few steps behind as he weaves through the bustling hallway.
He moves with purpose, his dark hair occasionally falling across his forehead in a way that makes him look almost carefree despite the mask covering his mouth and nose.
Suddenly, he stops in front of a locker, and I have to halt abruptly behind a trash can to avoid running into him.
He works the combination lock with precise movements, but I notice his hands trembling ever so slightly as he spins the dial.
The hallway gradually empties as students make their way to their next classes.
When he finally turns around, I expect him to walk away again.
Instead, he stays still, watching me.
My feet feel frozen to the floor as he takes three deliberate steps toward me.
I hold my breath as he stops a few feet away, his tall frame casting a shadow over me.
The empty hallway feels smaller with just the two of us here.
His eyes lock onto mine through the mask's openings, and I notice they're an unusual amber color under the harsh fluorescent lights.
My fingers grip the edge of the trash can as he tilts his head slightly.
"Why are you following me?" he asks in that deep, accented voice.
The words come out soft but firm, making my stomach twist.
I open my mouth to respond, but no sound comes out.
"I... I have class in the same room," I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.
His amber eyes narrow slightly behind the mask, as if he doesn't believe me.
He takes another step closer, his shadow completely engulfing me now.
I can feel the heat radiating from his body, making my skin prickle with awareness.
He presses me against the wall, gradually intrigued by my lack of fear.