Short Stories and Poems

We're all a little monstrous (short story)

  The boy walked dismally by the dirt path near the playground. He never walked on the path around the park, they would all just stare at him. He didn't really care. He just didn't want to waste their time passing by. He went down the usual path, with his usual pace, to his usual alone spot. But he stopped when he spotted someone up ahead, sitting in his alone spot. He didn't really like the sight of this. It was his alone spot, that alone spot was for him to be alone. The boy approached the someone. It was a girl, but she had a mask over her face.
"What are you doing in my alone spot?" Asked the boy.
"I'm being alone," said the girl.
"But why are you in my spot?"
"I didn't know this was yours.."
"Why do you have that mask?"
"So no one can see..."
"See what?"
"My monstrous face.."
"How can you be a monster if yo look like a normal girl?"
"I used to ask that to myself. Everyone makes fun of me for my face."
"What's wrong with your face?"
"It was born ugly.."
"You can't be ugly."
"That's a lie..."
"They make fun of me too.."
"They do?"
"Yes. Do I look like a monster?"
"No.."
"Then I doubt you can be a monster."
"Do you really want to see it?"
"Yes."
The girl slowly lifted her mask to reveal a bunch of marks across her face. It looked like it hurt.
"It's awful isn't it?"
"No," said the boy, "and it's not your fault you have this."
"Then why does everyone make fun of me?"
"They don't really know you."
"What do I do?"
"What are some things you like?"
"I like to draw.."
"I like drawing too."
"I also like to dance."
"Dancing is pretty fun."
"Yeah."
"Now how could you be monstrous when you act just as the same as a person with no scars?"
The girl paused for a bit...
"I don't know..."
The boy sat down next to the girl.
"They call you a monster because they don't want to deal with their own monstrosities."
"They have monsters too?"
"Yes. Do you wanna know a secret?"
The girl nodded. The boy leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered.
"One of the bullies is actual adopted and dosent have a happy family."
The girl gasped.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"So that makes them sad?"
"For them, their adopted family is like your scars to you. It's something they feel ashamed of."
"But why me?"
"Who knows. But you don't need to be ashamed of your looks. They're what make you unique."
The boy slowly began to hold the girl's hand. The girl smiled and let their fingers intertwine.
"Do you have something about yourself you don't like?"
"Yes, but that's for me to know."
They both giggled.
"I guess we're all a little monstrous."
"It's true when you think about it."
The girl grinned. For the first time in what felt like eternity, she felt happiness again.
"Want to come walk with me?" Asked the boy.
"Yes. But there's something I have to do first."
The girl picked up her mask and threw it far into the tall grass out of sight.
"I won't be needing it anymore."
The boy and the girl both walked away from the alone spot and down the dirt path together, laughing and talking all the way. And neither of them bothered to even notice the mocking jeers of the children in the park making fun of how they held hands.


People can sometimes be there to break you down. But people will always be there to build you back up. Don't let your differences get it the way of yourself, because there's only one you. Make sure your a good you.