Mwikali and the Forbidden Mask

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MWIKALI AND THE FORBIDDEN MASK Mwikali scooped up the backpack resting at her feet I'll be right there she yelled before turning back to the mirror Scanning her reflection she smoothed down her school uniform for the umpteenth time The girl in the mirror looked as normal as could be She had the height of a normal twelve year old Wore a normal uniform white blouse red tie blue skirt with a matching sweater And even though her almond shaped eyes were larger than most they were perfectly suited to her deep brown face Mwikali grabbed a hair band and tied her thick jet black Afro into a ponytail making sure she rounded out and tucked in all the loose ends forming a tight bun on top of her head Her scalp ached in protest but Mwikali pushed through the discomfort As much as she loved her loose fluffy hair it had to remain hidden away The plan was to be as unnoticeable as possible She clenched and unclenched her hands worry clouding her face Everything about the girl in the mirror looked normal but deep down she knew that she wasn't normal at all I'm a freak A dangerous very not normal freak The memory of names others had called her brought a familiar tightness to Mwikali's chest She crumpled 10