"...said I was unconscious for two days..."
The little boy struggled to explain.
In the end, his classmates were still only half-convinced by what he said.
Class started.
They had no more time to question the little boy.
The little boy breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he really wanted to chat with his classmates, this was the first time they had "besieged" him with so many questions...
His head was spinning, and he was at a loss.
Especially since he could feel that his classmates doubted what he was saying...
It upset him.
He hadn't lied.
Everything he said was true.
That terrifying experience...
He didn't want to go through it either...
The little boy blinked hard.
He blinked away the blur before his eyes.
And fought back the sting in his nose.
The little boy thought that would be the end of it...
He felt a little frustrated with himself.
He wondered if he hadn't explained himself clearly...
Was that why nobody believed him?
For a moment, he felt the urge to tell his classmates about his experience all over again.
In more detail, and in a more orderly way...
He had even written out a script in his diary.
He had gone over it in his head countless times.
He knew it by heart.
Of course.
In the end, the script remained only in his diary and in his head.
No one else had seen it.
He hadn't expected...
One of his classmates to make a mask of the creature that had terrified him that day, just as he had described it.
It didn't really look like the creature.
Even though it was red.
Even though it was covered in spikes.
Clearly, his classmate had put some thought into making the mask.