I stayed where I was, watching my own face stare back at me from behind the desk.
The resemblance wasn't quite perfect. Its skin was paler than mine, almost drained beneath the classroom lights, and its expression barely changed when I moved closer, but even the way it held the pencil looked familiar. The tip rested against the page at the same angle I was used to holding.
"...Who are you?"
Its eyes lowered towards my mouth while I spoke.
Almost as if it were trying to study it.
Not my face.
My mouth.
I glanced towards the children passing between us. One brushed against my arm on his way to his seat, but none of them looked at the figure occupying my seat. Elon had already stopped beside Desk 26, his book held tightly against his chest.
"You can see him, right?"
Elon's gaze shifted towards me before returning to the figure. He waited until it moved its hand away from his desk before sitting down, placing his book as far from Seat 27 as possible.
