<human>: Yes this was today.  

   I go to Theater Arts, and one of the things they teach is how to do makeup.  I am a guy, so, needless to say, I wasn't very thrilled. That changed when I found out that makeup includes fake scars, bruises and cuts. So our teacher showed us how to make awesome bruises, with yellow at the sides and then adding purple in the center outward for the bruise.  After that we added red for the bruise to make it look inflamed and fresh.  All my hard work and prior art classes lended me a hand at creating super realistic bruises on my arm.  It looked so real that it looked like it would hurt if I touched it.  

   So, once class ends, I go to my next period.  All the while, other students are giving me weird looks.  I really didn't notice then, but I really should have. I arrive to my math class and the kid that shares the table with me says something like, "Whoa, what happened?!?"  I just realized that I didn't wash off my hyper-realistic bruises, and that everyone at school saw me in the halls looking like I got beaten.  I look at him all embarrassed and he suddenly "realizes" what happened to me and drops it.  Shit.  

   After a few more glances, next period comes up and I wash off the makeup the best I can without looking any more pathetic. 

   I await my call from the Abuse Crisis Hotline.

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<bot>: I practiced using stage makeup to make bruises on my arms and forget to wash it off, making it look like I was recently abused.