I was organising my locker, full of notes, red strings and pins. I stood at an angle so nobody could see, and covered my work with my bag as the bell rang. I looked at the mirror, staring at my prosthetic face, lightning blue hair, blue eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the eyeholes in the mask and adjusted my pigtails. I went by Sally Face. I shut the locker, turning around and heading to class.