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The Masked Stranger

I walked into a full room where all faces were covered with masks. All I could see was millions of eyes peering up at me as I made my grand entrance. I felt somewhat uncomfortable. One pair of eyes gleamed at me as I walked down the stairs, That one pair of gorgeous eyes struck me and pulled me toward the beholder. He put his hand out toward me as a question ‘would you like to dance?’ Cautiously, I took the stranger’s hand and we began to dance. Spectacular was just a small word and not nearly describing how beautiful it was. The night passed and we never took our eyes off of eachother. In a soft and calm voice he says ” I need to leave now. I will see you soon.” He left mysteriously and I sat there…. just thinking about him. The next day, at school, I was walking through the halls and a young man bumped into me. All of my books fell as did I. He started to help me pick up everything. Our eyes met…. and I knew then…...he was the masked stranger.

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