Boxes and Paper Bags

Its hard growing up in a world where everyone thinks they are so ugly that they wear boxes on their heads, instead of paper bags. Its a disease, this ugliness. And you don't know who has it. Everyone wears a box! Some say, "this side up" or "Fragile". But no matter what the box says it wont tell you if the person under the box has the disease. I wish these boxes said "ugly" or even "caution". Even that would help a little bit. And its hard not being able to see your friends. Everyone is so self conscious that they wont take off their box, even when they sleep.

So one morning i wake up, my box on my head, and i really don't feel like going to school. So I start to think of all the possibility's.
1. i could suck it up and go to school.
2. i could pretend to be sick
3. i could go to the field
The field is a place you can go if you don't want to go to school. no one knows about it, except for the regulars... hard core bikers, gangsters, gamblers, and the occasional school-goer who decides to ditch their normal schedule and relax for a day. Since i'm not one of the first three that i mentioned, i don't normally go there. But today i just need to get out

So I get breakfast and head for the fields. Once i get there, the wind is so strong that it knocks the box right off my head. It sails up, higher and higher into the air. Some people look at me through their peepholes in their own boxes and i can see their eyes getting bigger by the second. No one has ever taken off their box in public, one person is so supprised that they fall down with disbelief. And one person started to take of their box, very slowly.