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greenletters07 · 3 months

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The Perfect Classroom - Chapter One

Nathaniel Richardson, a teacher who is fed up with the injustices he must endure as a teacher in a school, finds the mask. I hope you like it.

In his younger years, Nathaniel Richardson Jr. had been a man highly respected by those who knew him: thanks to his dedication, his intelligence, his patience and effort, he ended up being the source of admiration for many. Knowing his reputation, he decided to go down the path of teaching, with the desire to educate new generations.

At first it seemed like a wise decision. He studied a bachelor's degree in Education, both for primary and intermediate education, graduating with Magna Cum Laude in both, and immediately began practicing his profession, working in a public school. He began teaching five and six year olds and was later moved to a more advanced classroom. The young people adored him, his classmates loved him, and the school environment seemed pleasant and comfortable.

At first.

But things began to change once, for reasons of pursuing a master's degree in educational technology, he had to move and, therefore, change schools. He continued in a general school (which had two buildings, for students aged 7-14, depending on the level) and, instantly, he knew that he had started on the wrong foot.

Classes could never be taught properly, because the students in the room he had been assigned were some of the most horrible children that Professor Nathaniel had ever seen: shouting, disrespectful, irresponsible... Some spoke openly about topics that he only knew about. until late adolescence and others did not hesitate to use violence to resolve conflicts, whether by overturning chairs or by going to blows. Nathaniel always found himself at a crossroads: if he tried to stop the fight, he would be reprimanded for “touching a minor”; If not, they called him out for “not doing his job.” The boys' parents did nothing to collaborate, and always blamed him for everything that happened, accusing him of “hating their angel.”

To make matters worse, when he came home after a long day it wasn't exactly to rest. He had to combine his teacher's work (correcting exams, preparing study plans for the following weeks, etc...) with his master degree's work, so he was rarely not awake late at night.

The stress of living that day after day for years had taken its toll on him. He no longer had the same healthy body as before; his hair, usually black, had turned white due to gray hair and he had a small bald spot on the crown of his head. He had to take blood pressure pills every morning before going to school, and every afternoon when he got home, once he got away from those imps. Only his desire to finish his master's degree gave him the necessary strength to endure that job because he needed the money.

And he was almost done. Doing the math right, he was only a few months away from finishing. If he finished the school year, the summer months would be ideal to finish his thesis.

“Although with such a difficult group,” he said quietly, while he was at his desk watching how, after the bell rang, the students stampeded out of the classroom, “it's going to be a miracle if I survive…”

Once he was alone in the room, he picked up the mess that the students had left, organized the classroom and went to check his email on his laptop one last time. There was a new message, sent by the director, whose words sent a shiver through Nathaniel:

Stop by my office before you leave.

Oh dung... he thought. He picked up his things as quickly as he could, left the classroom and headed towards the principal's office. He knocked on the door and, after the sound of a “come in”, entered.

“Did you want to see me, Principal Saints?”

“Yes, Professor Richardson, take a seat,” the headmaster said in a calm, intimidating voice. If it weren't for the fact that his father was a sergeant, Nathaniel would have been nervous; he simply sat in the chair in front of the principal's desk. “I'll be straight with you, Richardson, it's time for a parent-teacher conference.”

The way the evening light passed through the window and illuminated the room with its warm tones made the atmosphere dissonant with that news, as if the sky was mocking the professor. Nathaniel parted his lips slightly in surprise.

“The notice was already sent to parents by mail with the appointment tomorrow after school,” the principal added with a stern look, before Nathaniel responded. “What's wrong, Richardson? Are you not ready after these months?”

To put up with the parents of those monsters? I wish! he said to himself sarcastically. Nathaniel suppressed his feelings and, after a sigh, responded completely calmly, although with a look full of resentment. “Of course, director, I will have everything ready for tomorrow, don't worry.”

“I hoped so,” the director said and for a brief moment Nathaniel saw a mocking smile that quickly faded. “You can go. See you tomorrow."

“See you tomorrow, sir…” Nathaniel muttered as politely as he could before getting up and leaving. “How much I hate it… everyone here!” he said as he crossed the school entrance. He drove to the parking lot, where he found his car piled high with papers around him. They really are insufferable...

He picked up the papers, threw them into the nearest trash can, got into his car, started it, and drove to his house. He entered, left his suitcase on the table and lay down on the couch, exhausted, in order to take a break. He didn't know when he turned into a nap, but the sound of an alarm woke him up. Still sleepy, Nathaniel looked at his phone and upon reading the message, he understood what it was: a reminder to take out the dog from his next-door neighbor.

Some afternoons, and to have some extra money, Nathaniel decided to take his neighbor's pet, a very elderly lady, for a walk. He had been doing it almost since he moved there, so the dog had already grown fond of him. Nathaniel changed his clothes into something more casual and left his house for his neighbor's house.

“Oh, Mr. Richardson,” said the old woman when he was already holding the dog's leash tightly to prevent it from escaping. “Do you know that this is the last time I will be here?”

“Yes, Mrs. Mastard, I knew your daughter would be coming to pick you up, wouldn’t she?” Nathaniel replied. Mrs. Mastard was somewhat forgetful.

“That's how it is… she's coming to pick me up tomorrow during the day,” she explained on the phone and gave a sigh. “Could you give Clidd one last walk around the neighborhood? So that she does not forget what will soon cease to be his home…”

“With pleasure, Mrs. Mastard, come on, Clidd!” The dog barked with joy and began to run; Nathaniel followed him, pulling on the leash.

Compared to the boys at school, Clidd the dog was much more manageable and better behaved, too. He liked to run around, running in circles while he chased his tail, chasing squirrels, and walking in the dirt. Nathaniel already had a predetermined route and took the dog that way. It was one of the few moments of peace Nathaniel experienced during the day. They arrived at a regular dog park, played for a while and then the man let the dog free before sitting on a green nearby bench.

Nathaniel saw the dog run off on his own and pick up a stick. Clidd took a bone he found lying around and dug in the grass to bury it. Seconds later, the dog started barking, jumping around the hole he made.

"What's wrong, Clidd?" Nathaniel asked, approaching. In the place where the dog wanted to bury his bone, there was a hard object in the dirt. The dog dug a little more and the man was able to get it out of there.

It was a strange object, no doubt, but even stranger was that it was buried in the first place. It was a faded green mask, with a metal bar with four holes, the top one had an L, without any type of grip with which he could hold his face and three holes that formed an expressionless face. The inner side felt smoother on Nathaniel's fingers than the outer side. He didn't know why, but everything around him seemed to go silent for several seconds as all his attention remained on that mask, almost as if he entered a trance. Only the vibration of his phone in his pocket brought him back.

"Pill time," he read on the screen before deactivating the alarm. "I'm sorry, Clidd, but it's time to come home," he said to the dog. He tied him up and they returned to Mrs. Mastard's house. "Here is the dog, safe and sound," he told the old woman once the dog entered, "and look, he found a gift, maybe it will serve as a reminder of this place."

She noticed the mask he was holding. With a wave of her hands, she laughed briefly. "Don't worry, dear, why don't you keep it? It’s no problem."

"Okay, Mrs. Mastard. See you soon, I wish you a safe trip," he said and returned to his house, took the blood pressure pill, looked for his suitcase and went to the desk where Nathaniel usually did his homework; Nathaniel put the mask aside and took out what he needed.

I must finish my master's degree assignments, tomorrow's class schedule, and review each student's progress for the parent-teacher conference, he thought and noticed the pile of documents that were on the table.

He let out a deep sigh.

"So let’s begin."

-Continue-

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mimi-ninjago · 1 year

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THE MASK/BIGHEAD

DATING HEADCANNONS

Goofy man, love this goofy man idc what anyone says.

If you were ever sad, he’s the one to call up, because this man will make you laugh, and cheer up!

calls you, toots, doll, hot stuff, sometimes corny things.

literally saves you from everything, say you’re getting mugged, will be there, if you scream.

calls you his ‘partner in crime’

loves to dance with you, hold you close to him is his favorite.

you already knew that stanely was big head, and you didn’t mind it, you loved him no matter what

SMOKIN!!

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mask-city · 1 year

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Ruh roh! Looks like Hunter got masked

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nohupinao · 4 months

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The Mask #themask #fanart #pencildrawing #stickers

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thingzxme · 4 months

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Cuidado da pele do gatinho

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dogsinfilms · 1 year

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The Mask (Chuck Russell, 1994)

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tokubirds19 · 6 months

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Jax as The Mask from The Mask (1994)!😂🤣

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manifeststories · 1 year

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Midnight with Madison

Madison, a reserved young lady, dug her hands into her pockets and strolled down the street towards her apartment after another long day of serving customers at her local coffee shop. It was late, perhaps too late, for her to walk alone in the middle of the night but she was the last one out of the store before closing time and had the obligation to close up. She didn't mind the ten minute walk back home but she habitually looked behind her to see if anyone were to sneak up from behind. The only source of comfort came from the dimly lit street lamps that hung above her path and a little worn leather journal that she cradled in her coat pocket. It was something she started carrying around last year ever since she first got the job as a barista. Whenever she got bored or a lot of downtime in the shop, she would open it up and jot down what she saw: couples in love, partners engaged in heated arguments, people being visibly frustrated, and so many more flavors of emotions. And while there was some sort of comfort in being behind the counter, she wondered what it would be like to swap roles with her customers. For instance, it was one thing to watch people fall in love, but it was another thing to be the person falling in love.

She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as it suddenly dawned on her that she'd been left out of all of what made existence fun; expressing herself with her own emotions. But... it wasn't because she hadn't tried, rather her seemingly dead-end job kept holding her back from finding the time to feel the joys and whims of being a fair lady nearing her 20s. Madison audibly sighed and wished she could find some time or some way to be able to tap into her inner passions that had been bottled up inside her...

Suddenly, she felt an uncharacteristically strong gust of wind whip around her as she stepped foot on a staircase towards her apartment unit. She braced herself along the railing as one hand held on for dear life while the other dug even deeper into her pocket. After a few seconds, the winds died down and let Madison continue to make her ascent up to the second floor and towards her door. However, when she arrived at her doorstep there was something unexpected hanging on her door knob.

It looked like a purse in the shape of a heart with a worn leather exterior that matched the color of her journal. As she approached her door, she looked around to see if someone had misplaced their bag but saw nobody wandering the halls at this time at night. She tilted her head down and unzipped its shell to take an innocent peak and found an odd item sitting at the bottom. Madison quickly unlocked her front door and carried the lost purse inside to get a better look of what it held.

She swiftly flipped on her lights and peered inside to see a carved piece of wood that looked to be some sort of prop; or mask. As she took off her shoes and jacket, she flipped the amber handbag upside down and dropped the object onto her carpeted floor with a soft thud. She leaned in and scooped it up in her hands and felt a sudden tingling sensation cascade down her arms. The rather innocuous looking artifact was indeed made out of wood but it had a certain heft to it that made it feel much lighter than it looked. Her eyes traced its curved wooden ridges up and around the three chiseled holes that made up its simple yet alluring appearance. Its mouth was agape with a mix of a smile and manic laughter. It's eyes bore itself into her soul as she felt a comforting warmth tip-toe across her arms. And the rivets that dotted its metal nose piece seemingly sparkled one-after-another under her apartment's fluorescent lights. Madison flipped the mask around towards its inside and looked at its more plain interior and noticed something out of place.

As she continued to hold it in her hands, she felt the world around her slowly dim as her hands trembled with a nervous excitement. To combat her jitters, she instinctively lifted her hands and caught a little green twinkle near the rim of the mask's eyes; as if it was winking at her. Soon thereafter, her curiosity got the better of her as she continued to bring it closer and closer until her newly acquired artifact was within a few inches away from her fair skin and blonde ponytail. At this angle, her eyes caught more flashes of unexplained light until she saw a prominent diagonal streak glide across its interior. It was almost like the mask was teasing Madison to embrace it and become one like so many previous wearers before her. And that's exactly what happened.

She took off her glasses and leaned in closer until suddenly the inanimate timber sprang to life in the most animated way possible. Within a fraction of a second, the curved outer edges of the mask folded in on itself and seized the corners of her face. Its abruptness not only surprised poor Madison but also knocked her back towards a wall as she tried to regain her composure. As she struggled to make heads or tails of what was happening to her, the softening fibers of her mask began to magically weave dozens of its energized tendrils through her hair in an effort to make it harder for her to detach from its ever-increasing mass. She dug her hands at her face hoping to grab and dislodge herself from the mask’s grasp but alas the pliable green membrane successfully dodged her incoming attacks as it shifted and stretched itself to insane proportions. And while Madison was distracted by the little game of keep away at the front of her face, the mask quickly made its way through her scalp until it not only consumed her hair but also covered and penetrated her ears on its way into her brain stem. Madison soon felt her mind grow numb as centuries of nordic god-like powers pumped into her being all in an effort to personify her inner most desires; exactly what she had wished for earlier that night.

Madison’s hands quickly dropped from her face as the mask finished claiming its stake upon her entire head and sealed itself with a tight vertical lip that locked the innocent blonde underneath. She let out a series of low, yet seductive, groans as she felt the edges of her face, including a half-inch underneath her jaw, tighten and clinch with a series of satisfying snaps. Madison was now left with a slightly larger light green head that hid all of her blemishes and enhanced her key facial features like her plump lips and lush eyebrows. All traces of her humanity had now been covered or pushed aside as a new life form spun itself into a twister right in the middle of her quaint living room.

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greenletters07 · 4 months

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Birthday Rave

How are you people? Today is my birthday and to celebrate it with you, I wanted to celebrate it with you with this story. I hope you enjoy!

It was the second day of the year, fittingly cold for the season. That day was one of those that he once enjoyed, but now they seemed so boring and without fun. It was Hizael's birthday, and he was lying on his bed, curled up with his white sheet and with his eyes fixed on the fan, which was spinning and spinning and spinning…

The young man had a strange mix of feelings about that particular day. He was turning twenty, almost at the zenith of youth, the age of partying and celebrating life, and yet he was there, wasting that time in bed without the slightest desire to get up.

He had lived his entire life like this, as far as he could remember. He had never liked going out, much less being the center of attention. He didn't have many friends either and he doubted that anyone, much less his crush, remembered that day; the parties, the noise, the drinks… none of it had gotten him any sympathy. Plus, given what day it was, no one wanted to celebrate after the blast they had celebrating the new year. On the other hand, the relationship he had with his family was terrible and all of his time had gone into studying. Sometimes, just sometimes, the idea of doing something extraordinary crossed his mind, of attracting attention with something impressive and colorful for once in his life: having a fun party as God intended and doing all kinds of social activities like karaoke, snacks, games, a piñata, cake..., and as soon as the idea appeared, Hizael felt a chill, because it seemed like a foreign thought to him.

He had a dark complexion, with short curly black hair, few eyebrows, a face that was not very striking or attractive, a normal build, perhaps a little more chubby than skinny (a product of all the desserts he had eaten and the disgust he had with physical exercise) and his fingernails were eaten away by his nerves, which had been the case for as long as he could think of.

A sigh left his lips as he stood up and headed for the kitchen. He was dressed in a huge black T-shirt and gray shorts, exposing his average-looking legs. His plans for that day would consist of staying in bed all day, checking his phone. Maybe he would order some pizza or ice cream later, but then he would continue to exist without problems, continuing with his boring and lonely life, right?

When he had helped himself to a cup of hot chocolate for breakfast, the typical knock-knock of the door sounded. He frowned, wincing as he spilled some onto his own skin. “Luckily we're the same color,” he said sarcastically, left the empty cup on the table and went to open the door. He glanced down the empty streets several times before grumbling. “Why the heck are they calling if they're not going to be there?! These people are amazing!” he said irritably, because he didn't like jokes at all.

He returned to his room and lay back down on the bed. It was so far an average day, just like all the others, when something crashed through the window and hit his lap. Annoyed, he quickly got up to see who it had been; however, when he looked out the window he saw absolutely no one.

A shiver ran down his spine. Okay, this is weird, he thought, closed the window and looked at what had been thrown at him: a mask.

It was the strangest one Hizael had ever seen, even though he did his secondary education at an arts school. It was faded green in color, with a metal bar with four holes, the top one had an L, without any type of grip with which he could hold onto his face and three holes that formed an expressionless face.

“Hehe! I feel the same, buddy,” Hizael told it, as if the mask were a person. He noticed that there was a note taped to it. He tore it out to read it better.

Happy Birthday.

"Happy Birthday? Why would anyone want a mask as a gift?,” he asked sarcastically. “But nothing is worse, thank you, stranger,” he added. “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Hizael, happy birthday to me…” he crooned slowly as he moved the mask from side to side, as if dancing.

Suddenly, his face twisted into a grimace. He didn't know why, but he found this situation depressing. The social connections he could have and here he was, celebrating with a mere mask, which he lowered. With a groan, a tear fell from his eye to the smooth part of it, and in that area, for a few seconds, there was a green glow that caught his attention.

"Huh?"

Hizael didn't know if it had been an illusion, but after that glow, he felt different. He was nervous, breathing somewhat heavily and his hands, which were holding the mask, were shaking. He blinked and there it was again, that green flicker of the mask. Was it… was it an invitation to put it on?

However, the state of shock that young Hizael had suffered a 180 degree turn when he suddenly stopped feeling the touch of the mask against his fingers: the mask had jumped off. Before he could react, he felt that cold, smooth surface collide with the skin of his face.

"What the?!" Hizael shouted, and immediately brought his hands to his face. The mask seemed to take on a life of its own and began to extend tendrils from its edges to wrap around the young man's head. Hizael stood up, shaking his body from side to side in an attempt to get it off of him. He also tried to grab those tentacles, but to the touch they became rubbery, liquid, and passed through his fingers. It was an uncomfortable feeling. The wood pressed against his skin and molded to his eyes, his nose, his lips... Hizael stood up and went to the mirror: the mask had covered his entire head. That vision of every feature of him hidden beneath that strange mask was the last thing the man's dark eyes saw before he found himself engulfed in a tornado.

That tornado, in whose upper part a greenish tone could be seen, began to spin throughout the room, bouncing off the paintings, undoing the bed, making the clothes jump out of the closet and the trinkets that were there. The tornado didn't seem to want to be confined there, so it passed through the door and continued spinning through the kitchen and bathroom until it ended up in the middle of the living room. As if it were a car that suddenly hit the brakes, it stopped, leaving a trail of greenish gas that, as it dissipated, revealed a new figure in its place.

He was dressed in one of the finest and most elegant suits one could find. Polished black shoes with white soles perfectly covered 30 cm feet; tight violet pants that showed off worked legs, tied with a black belt whose golden buckle was in the shape of a multicolored star. He was wearing a shirt that fit well against his marked pectorals and a toned torso, and whose white color made him behave like a fresnel; a purple tie, which looked like outer space and fell elegantly over his torso; a vest of the same color as the pants and white gloves. His entire suit presented an iridescence when light hit it from certain angles.

It wasn't his unusual suit that caught attention, nor his electric blue eyes (which contrasted with his previous dark ones), nor his new height, nor the striking party hat that wrapped around his face: it was his head. It featured a green color, and the way his forehead and his chin were accentuated gave the appearance of a rubbery surface. His dark lips were green and curved into a smile, showing those enormous teeth that, as white and bright as a star, gripped a party horn.

The individual blew on his party horn and, at the same moment it sounded, fireworks exploded throughout the room in which he was.

“IT’S TIME FOR ZAEL TO HAVE HIS B-DAY PARTY TIME, BABY!!!”

He said the figure before leaving with everything outside, leaving a big gap in the wall.

The green and purple tornado moved quickly. The sun was barely visible in the sky since it was a cloudy day, but he didn't care in the least: the only thing that should shine and stand out was him, it was his day! Zael stopped in the middle of a park, where there were some people walking. He took a look and smiled at the space.

"Perfect," he said. He blew his party horn again (being in the air like a cartoon) and, with the noise, a huge stage along with some speakers appeared out of nowhere where he was. With a snap, a microphone appeared in his hands. "First on the list: karaoke, let's sing!" he announced, and a lot of shouts and applause sounded in response, even though there was no one to produce them.

Those who were walking calmly approached out of curiosity when they saw that green-headed individual.

"Ready to listen to the best selection of songs specially chosen for the best... birthday... party?!" The response shouting was heard again, and more and more people seemed confused as to the origin of those noises. "Well, let's say no more! Let's get started!" he added and snapped his fingers.

But nothing happened, there was only silence.

"But what?" he asked into the microphone, clicking several times. Out of nowhere, an individual very similar to him, but dressed in black and with dark glasses that gave him the appearance of a bodyguard, approached him with a clipboard in hand, touching his shoulder. Zael turned and the bodyguard gestured for him to come even closer.

"Sir, we have no songs," he whispered.

"How so?!" Zael shouted in a whisper.

"It's just, we've never listened to current songs, remember? Being lonely and stuff so… we don't have... anything."

"How can you wait until this moment? Our audience is demanding songs!" He said, grabbing him by the neck and pointing at the people, who silently watched everything, still not being able to understand how it all happened. The bodyguard was going to reply, but Zael spoke first. "No buts, fool, you’re fired!" he added and kicked him out. Outside the frame of the scene, the screech of a cat was heard.

Zael turned to the people. What could he do? He wanted a song, like every party... like every children's party.

"I got it!" he snapped again. He pulled out his phone (which had a diamond-encrusted purple case) and played a video. From the speakers, a song that no one imagined was heard.

The little chick cheep, from Radio Globo

On the radio there's a little chick, on the radio there's a little chick.

And the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep.

On the radio there's a little hen, on the radio there's a little hen.

And the hen co-co, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep.

He sang while doing the required mimes, even transforming into the animal he mentioned.

On the radio there's a little rooster,, on the radio there's a little rooster…

The scene stopped under the sound of a scratched record, turning gray, with time stopped. Zael spoke, addressing the reader: "The change was because we are in modern times, and the animal is called a rooster, okay? Okay," and, with a snap, he made everything happen normally.

And the rooster doodle-doo, and the hen co-co, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep

Some children among those who were there laughed and imitated Zael. The older ones showed disbelief, especially when they all saw themselves imitating the green-headed man through the whole song.

On the radio there's a little tractor, on the radio there's a little tractor

Zael appeared driving a tractor around the stage, tracing circles with his route.

And the tractor brumm, and the tractor bruum, and the tractor bruum and the chick oh oh

But Zael didn't stop: the tractor jumped off the stage and some people immediately moved out of the way to avoid being run over. Zael drove quickly, crossing the park while leaving a purplish halo behind him. When the people realized it, they already had complete will over their bodies and, when they turned to see the stage, it had disappeared, leaving everything as if that man had never been there.

Zael continued driving, but the tractor had transformed into a motorcycle. He was lying on the seat and the motorcycle was moving on its own, avoiding cars and pedestrians. Zael had a list in hand.

"Karaoke: check," he said, checking that item. Then, his stomach growled. "Now, snacks… Well, I'm very picky about what I eat, so I hope I have some luck... is there such a thing as birthday boy's luck?"

Zael didn't pay attention to the road (and ignored the vibrations he felt in his pocket) until he felt it stop. Looking around him, he realized that he had stopped in front of a pizzeria, and not just any one, but one with a special advertisement.

Special New Year's Contest: All You Can Eat!

"Yes there is!" he crooned and got off the motorcycle. Before taking a step, he turned towards him. "Good job, little one, thanks," he said, stroking the motorcycle, which revved his engine like a barking dog, and then took off on his own.

Zael entered the pizzeria and sat down without a second thought in the contestants' seat. The contest began, and Zael gobbled down pizza after pizza without comparison. Needless to say, by far the winner.

"Thank you, thank you..." he said while receiving the award from him. "I want to thank the academia... (burp) for giving me this opportunity."

He put the trophy in his pocket and left with an air of superiority.

"So far so good, the pizzas are always delicious, hehehe..." he said as he took out his list and checked off the snacks. He read that the following said Games. "Games? What am I supposed to play?"

"Look, Mom! A very funny looking horse!" a girl shouted, pulling her mother's arm as they walked near Zael. "Can I go after him?! Please, mom!"

He directed his gaze to the direction in which the girl was pointing and saw, to her surprise, how a colorful horse made of cardboard was running in terror from some children (and some adults) with bats who were doing their best to catch her.

"I see, chase the piñata..." a bat appeared in his hands. "Interesting..."

And taking on the appearance of a little boy, he joined the excited crowd. The piñata ran through all the areas of the city where he could to save himself. Over time, people, exhausted, would abandon the game, but one advantage Zael had was that he didn't get tired as easily. Jumping a car here, dodging a stray dog there, on roller skates or an autowheel, Zael wouldn't give up like the others, but it was as if the piñata was an NPC programmed to always go faster than the others.

"If you can't reach it, catch it," he said, and blew the party horn at him again.

The clouds had parted from the sky when it happened. The horse continued running to escape the children until, with a well-aimed shot, it exploded. It had been Zael, who with a violet bazooka, decided to put an end to it by shooting the base of it. Lots of sweets came out of the piñata that children and adults took. Zael took a few, but seeing that they were not to his liking, he decided to leave them for the others.

"Games, check! Piñata, check!" Zael marked, "now… gifts? Who will give me a gift?"

At that, his cell phone came out of his pocket, acting like a pet annoyed by the lack of attention. When Zael took it, he took a snap selfie (in which he looked gorgeous) and checked out what his cell phone had to show him.

It was a message that, although short, made his heart pound.

Hey, I just woke up, happy birthday, I'm not gonna be home today, but I hope you're having a good time.

It was a message from his crush.

"The luck of the birthday boy is a magic that must be taken advantage of..." Hizael commented, took out a perfume and lay down until he was under a violet cloud. "So sad he’s not free, but yeah, maybe later I can take care of that, hehehe… I guess that counts as a gift, right? Right! Okay, check… Now it’s time for the cake!!”

Suddenly, he heard the screech of a cart being pulled. As he turned around, he realized that there were many people (who looked just like him, but with a baker's suit and a noticeably fake bushy mustache) pulling a carriage carrying a huge chocolate and vanilla cake, with a huge lit candle with a number 20 on top of it.

Many people, out of curiosity or to take advantage, came to where everything was happening. To their surprise, the green-faced bakers served them each a plate of cake.

"A huge cake..." Zael said and saw that everyone around him had a plate. Some were going to eat, but Zael blew his party horn. "Stop! We have to sing happy birthday first! Come on! On three, and one, and one, two, three...!"

And everyone there was forced to sing happy birthday to the smiling Zael, who boasted of the voices and the singing dedicated specifically to him, because it was his day.

Happy birthday, Zael..!! Happy birthday to you....!!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... (everyone counted while Zael prepared to blow, breathing so deeply as to cause a tornado, inflating his chest exaggeratedly), eighteen, nineteen... . Twenty!

Zael let out all that air, which blew out the candles and, as he did so, a bunch of streamers came out of it.

"Now, the moment I was waiting for....!!"

Zael launched himself towards the sky and extended his lips to superhuman distances in order to swallow the entire cake, and so he did: he swallowed the cake the size of a building by himself.

"Whew, it was delicious!!" he shouted with a smile. He watched with joy as everyone around him enjoyed cake, something that warmed his heart. "This was the best party of my life!" he said and, after blowing his party horn for the last time, he spun into a tornado to leave the place.

It was the second night of the year, fittingly cold for the season. That was a day that made him feel very strange. It has been Hizael's birthday, and he was lying on his bed, curled up with his white sheet and with his eyes, wide open, fixed on the fan, which was spinning and spinning and spinning…

"That... was... wild..." he stammered still with his eyes open in surprise and with the mask on the side of his head, on another pillow. "That... was... wild..." he repeated, but this time his eyes closed as he began to snore.

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