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Brent walked down the halls of the school and, not for the first time, started to panic at the sheer number of students here. There were too many to get all the way away from, which also meant that his scars would become more susceptible to being revealed. He already strove to wear long sleeves and those gloves that you'd seen on actors all day, so the ones wouldn't show. Today, however, he had a few scars that were so fresh hiding them was almost impossible. This was becoming such a major issue he couldn't even think straight about what was happening in the school day: Twice today he was nearly falling asleep, and he swore he failed the Bio2 test.
Once he knew the day was over, Mason could stand it no longer. With a gasp and running out of the school, he moved away and quickly from the crowds, heading for the park. He loved the park and wouldn't mind sitting there this day. The boy sat on a small bench and shivered as the cold air bit at him. Even in his long sleeves, he wasn't wearing a jacket. His father would be waiting for him when he got home, so for now he wanted to stay in this lovely park for as long as time would allow him to. This made him simply pull up with bag and held himself, shaking and shivering in the cold December breeze.