When you look at me, what do you see? You see a schoolgirl of normal height, long brown hair, and the mask. Most people think that it is no big deal but I feel different. When I was 1 my first mask was based on what my parents had observed of me. It was bright white with brief spots of baby blue around the bridge of the nose and hugging the corners of the eye holes. When I was small I emitted happiness and purity. If only I could say the same now.
See where I'm from its different. Instead of people getting to know you they judge you. Your mask being the cover on your face, but not just your face. You yourself as a human being is covered, your soul, your happiness, and everything else in-between. Just like a book people read you from the outside. If not catching there eye they don't bother to take a look inside your undiscovered pages. But nobody else gives a damn.
In my early years all of my yearly masks were bright and beautiful. Only showing the brightest of colors, that's how the others saw me so that's what they thought suited me best. They never cared what I was feeling on the inside, or if I hated the color yellow. You can only take them off for sleeping and showers so I had to get used to it.
Around the age of 13 my masks started to change. Instead of the happy golden yellows or soft baby blues they developed to dark grays with a dark blue pattern surrounding the base. Villagers started to take notice but that would change also. Why, everything must come to an end.
