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Mask (I)
    2017-05-10  08:53    Shenzhen Daily

Chrissy Evans was not having a red-letter day. Far from it, in fact that lousy English teacher had to ruin her mood.

The final bell was about to ring when disaster struck. Students in the classroom were all packing their bags and chatting about homework. Chrissy was doing fine, gossiping with her gang of girls, talking about the new mall that they had planned to visit.

Chrissy slung on her backpack and looked around the room and spotted Briana Evans, a shy drama nerd. Perfect. A victim. She smirked and said, “Ew, look at Briana’s backpack!”

Naomi giggled and said, loud enough for Briana to hear, “She still has a pink backpack. Like she’s a wittle bity baby.”

Blushing in mortification, Briana shoved her homework into her pink book bag and quickly disappeared out the door.

Laughing, Chrissy gave Naomi a high five and headed toward the classroom door. Suddenly, a hand clamped down on her shoulder and spun her around.

“Can I speak to you in private, Chrissy?” Mr. Sydney, the English teacher asked. He seemed to be frowning more than usual. This didn’t look good.

Chrissy molded her face into a mask of innocence.

“Sure, Mr. Sydney. Naomi, you go on without me,” she said in a saccharine voice.

The English teacher brandished a folder full of papers and shook them at Chrissy. “Can you tell me what this is, Chrissy?” Before Chrissy could open her mouth to say “No, Mr. Sydney,” he barreled on. “I’ll tell you what it is. This folder is full of a week’s worth of homework. Homework you failed to finish! Can you explain this?”

Damn it, Chrissy thought. Mom had been drunk for three days straight. She had been sleeping over at Naomi’s and Emily’s. When would she have had time to do her homework? Besides, if she had spare time, she wouldn’t waste it doing grammar exercises.

“Sir, I —”

“No more excuses, Chrissy. You’ve been here for four years. You know better than this. I expect this homework to be done by this Friday. Either that or I’m sending an email to your parents.”

Send away, Chrissy thought, internally rolling her eyes. Like her mom would be sober enough to check it.

“Ok, sir. I’ll do it,” she said, turning and strolling out of the door.

“Make sure you do.”

“Do your homework missy!” She mimicked in a nasal voice, flipping her wavy blonde hair.

Emily giggled but suddenly pointed to her right. “Hey Chrissy, isn’t that your mom?”

Chrissy’s heart skipped a beat as she followed Emily’s gaze. Her mom was wearing a pink flannel bathrobe and stumbling around the sidewalk, heading towards the back of the school. Oh damn, she was drunk again. She wanted to hide and yell “that’s not my mom!.”

Laughing nervously, Chrissy said. “Gods, no. Gurl, your eyes must be failing.”

Confused, Emily objected“But —”

“Anyway,” Chrissy interrupted. “I’ve got stuff to do. Gotta go, see ya!” Sprinting in the direction that her tipsy mother had headed, she turned a corner to find her Mom tittering hysterically at the dumpsters by the brick wall. Damn, damn, damn. Did she have to show up here? Wasn’t she already making Chrissy’s life horrible at home?

Scowling in irritation, Chrissy marched up to the staggering bathrobe-clad figure and grabbed ahold of her arm.

“Mom! You’re drunk! What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be at home?” Chrissy’s anger mounted and she felt the urge to slap her mother, right on her worthless face.

Her mom beat her to it. Chrissy’s head snapped back and tears blurred her vision.

“How dare you talk to me that way? I birthed you! ” She grabbed Chrissy’s collar and pulled her close. Her breath reeked of beer. “You ruined my body! Ruined! Is this what I get? Is this?”

Chrissy flinched. She hoped nobody would walk in on them. Backing slowly toward the wall, she held up her palms.

“Look mom, why don’t you just go home? I promise I’ll come home and do the dishes and whatever you want. Okay?”

Lurching and laughing manically, her mom threw up her hands. “Oh look at that! She promises to do housework!” She tried to slap Chrissy again, but she was so drunk that she missed. “You don’t come home and do your chores. I had to do all the work! Think I’m a servant? Huh? Huh?”

Right then, what Chrissy was hoping would never happen in a million years happened. Behind her, a back door flew open, and Briana was standing in the doorway, wide-eyed. Strangely, she was holding a bag of plastic bottles.

After hesitating slightly, Briana reached out and gripped Chrissy’s hand, pulled her inside and slammed the door shut.

“Are you okay?” She asked tentatively.

Briana had just gone out back to throw away some empty Sprite bottles. The drama teacher, Ms. Sheppard allowed them to snack on vending machine food while they worked.

She did not expect to see Chrissy Evans, the most popular girl in their grade, being beaten up by her mom. Briana pinched herself, just to check if she was hallucinating. Nope, she hadn’t imagined it.

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