In the days that followed, it grew worse. I could see the changes in my classmates. And soon it wasn't just the kids. The adults' eyes became wider, their mouths thin, their jaws locked.
Everywhere I looked I could see the way everyone's faces began to change and distort. I didn't understand. It angered me.
It wasn't until I saw the look on my parents faces as we awkwardly sat at the dinner table that I knew. They were afraid of ME.
Maybe they should be.