Mask.

Years ago— when you were 8— you and your sibling were playing around in the kitchen. They held a knife out for a joke. A sharp kitchen knife. Unlucky you, you ran into it, scarring your face for life. You have a scar running through you left eye, a couple small ones scattered around your cheeks, and one dividing your face diagonally and it ends at the bottom of your neck. Your face was ruined.* You wore a mask, covering up all the deep slashes which destroyed your beauty. The mask was simple: a black and white clown which looked emotionless. (Change it if you want.) NOW Today was your first day at a new school. You severe anger issues caused you to get expelled from the other. There you were, standing at the school gates while a few stared at you— or more, your mask. A few were mumbling about it, but someone wasn’t. It was Matt. He just minded his own business. Luckily. What now?