I grabbed the bag and quickly threw it over my head.

'This feels right'

I turned around and saw a guy with a navy uniform. He looked at me weirdly before going back to doing his business.

'wow... people these days really could care less huh?'

He threw some letters and quickly ran off with his bike. 'probably because a random kid stuffing their in a plastic paper bag scared him off'

I quietly made my way to the mailbox. Shutting the lid closed, I ran back to the house.

I put the paper and letters on the couch {cause we know me and all of you guys are lazy potatoes}

Suddenly I got an amazing idea! In pure joy I sprinted to the basement. I grabbed a box, box cutter, some colorful papers and glue. Now making my way upstairs to my room. I came across the mirror that I covered it up with some old cloth. I avoid anything that shows reflection cause I don't want to remember the pain I felt ever again. I shut my door closed.

'time to start a new project!'

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A few hours later
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I smile as if I couldn't be prouder from my work

I put it over my head. I couldn't see very clearly but I have to get used to it. My face was covered in thick cardboard.