~How I think the first time Larry saw Sal's face would of went~

"Chapter 1."

It was an amusing morning in Addison apartments, when a young 13 year old boy had awoken from his 6-hour slumber. He could barely sleep that night. Constantly twisting and turning in the middle of the night, waking up drenched in sweat, having nightmares, it was hell. He thought he should go to his dad (who had very similar problems, and took sleeping pills) about it, since he must of had at least some idea of what to do, to help him.

The name of this boy? Sally Fisher. But his friends call him Sal. Sal had mesmerising blue hair, he had styled in two ponytails, his skin was as pale as an old page out of a book, and he always wore a black jumper with velvet red jeans. But besides his weird fashion sense, the most mysterious thing about Sal was the mask he wore. Even his best mate/Steph brother Larry didn't know why Sal wore it. Whenever someone asked about it, or even mentioned the mask, Sal just shrugged it off and changed the subject as fast as he could.

Sal sat up and examined his bedroom. The walls were a pale stained white, with the wallpaper peeling off. Sal then remembered how whenever Larry would come in to jam to their favourite band, Larry would somehow get stains on the wall from his greasy hair flying around the room. Sal let out a small chuckle. The carpet was a dark grey mixture, with claw marks all over it from his cat Gizmo constantly stretching and clawing on it. Sal took a minute to breathe it in..

Sal had loved Addison Apartments as his home ever since he moved there, during the summer. Larry's mum Lisa was the first person Sal had met on his first day there. Lisa was the one who introduced Sal to Larry. He couldn't believe that almost a year later, the woman he has met as the janitor was now his Steph mother, that lived with him, and loved him as if her own. It was the first time Sal had ever felt complete. (All illustrations by Anneliese Spargo)