Fifty eyes stared up at him, the classroom filled with children, sitting on the edge of their seats as they waited for the boy to begin. He scanned them, burning their faces into his mind, like he did every time before. I hope they see them. I hope they see them all. I hope they know what they’re doing to them. To all of us. The teacher stood against the wall at the back of the room, an older lady in a long skirt and a long sleeved white shirt with short brown hair, her hands folded in front of her. Her stance mimicked the guy in armor who stood next to her. The boy took a second to burn their faces into his mind as well, before he looked down at a child in the front row.
“Hello. My name is Ethan, and I’m here to tell you, reality only exists in the mind.”