My entire life, I’ve worn a stupid mask due to my parents believing that I was “too ugly for the world to see.” Guess that’s how this world works, ugly people wear masks, the beautiful stay radiant. But if that’s the case, then why have I seen so many ugly people without masks? It must be a privilege not to wear masks. Through elementary school, I was bullied for having the mask on, but no matter how much I wanted to take it off, I feared the consequences of having others see my “ugly” face. Not only that, it was stitched to my face to make sure I wouldn’t remove it. Middle school was no different, except most people didn’t seem to care. Despite that, some people thought I looked… Cool? Impossible. But, I guess if you look at it from a different perspective, the mask does look cool.
Imagine it like clockwork, or whatever. Or don’t, just imagine it like a black mask you’d see in movies. High school changed everything. There was a new girl in the school, her name was… Luni? Yeah, that sounds about right. Sorry, going off memory here. Anyhow, Luni was a beautiful girl. Blue hair, big, cute blue eyes, and the body… That’s not what I care about. She asked me to prom; I thought it was a prank or a dare, so I was skeptical at first. But her smile and her eyes, I couldn’t do anything about it. And I accepted, this was the best decision of my life. Luni cuddled close to me at the prom, even kissed my hand. If this wasn’t an act, then she was showing true affection for me. I asked her what she was doing, asking why she chose me out of everyone else possible. And she said these words to me: “Well, I think your mask is pretty cool! The design, and how it perfectly fits your face! Also, your coat…! And the last reason why I chose you… Hm, well, it's because I want to see what's under the mask, Fynn. What you look like.” I can get the mask and the coat. After all, the long dark coat with a few buttons and gold on it looks badass. But the last reason is what made me gain hope. She wants to see what's under the mask… Unfortunately, she can’t have that. The mask is stitched to my face, and I didn’t dare to tell her that, so I just told her: “The mask is for- uh- personal reasons, sorry.” That was enough to have her back off. After prom, she gave me a big hug and said, “That was one of the best prom nights I ever had! Thanks!” If only she could see the big fat smile beneath the mask. It felt horrible.
