Synopsis
Back in middle school, a senior who handled the discipline rounds stopped me over my hair.
"Bangs can't cover your eyebrows. Which class are you in?" she demanded.
I looked at her, struggling a bit, stayed quiet for a moment, then the third eye on my forehead opened up.
"Senior, listen, I can explain—"
"AHHH—"
Her scream carried through every hallway in the school that day.
Word got around later that she went home on sick leave. Nervous breakdown.
