The Face Behind The Mask

I don't know yet, but unless this doesn't get popular, at all, I'm going to make it a short story. if not, then congrats! You'd get 2 new stories!

And, this is just the prologue. Just saying!

The Face Behind The Mask

Adeline was just a girl, was just another normal face. Average money, average looks, average grades, she was just average. She didn't mind it much, it had been part of her, the frizzy hair, the one too many pimples, and the big glasses that sat on her tiny nose.

That is, until after freshman year of high school. Adeline's had enough of it, the popular backstabbing friends, and the hot guys who pick on her constantly. Over the summer she changes, she gets the clothes, and the looks, it was her "mask". And with that, she rose to the top easily in sophomore year.

But soon, the "mask" starts to grow on her. Too used to her life as one of the good looking ones, she can't tell her real personality from her "masked" personality any more. As she desperately tries to change the things she shouldn't have done, she watches the true world unfold in her eyes. Like what it truly means to fit in, and what she's been missing the whole time. But the thing is, can you get rid of the "mask" once you got it?

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Adelie's POV

Last Year

I was so ready to face the day. I wore my favorite shirt, which was purple with sequins, and my black jeans. It was just a normal day, except for the fact it was the first year of high school. I honestly couldn't be more pumped. I wonder if anyone would ask me to the upcoming dance.

Then, there was also Tiffany and Genevieve. They were my best friends in the whole world. We hadn't gotten the same schedules, Genevieve was just a little bit smarter, and Tiffany was just a little bit not smarter. But, we had the same lunch period, and we could talk about all the cute guys and such that we'd meet.

I walked into school with my lumpy backpack full of stuff, it was so big. The lockers were 2x bigger than the ones in our middle school, and even the hallway was just so big. I looked around for Genevieve and Tiffany.

"Hey, you!" snarled a familiar female voice.

I turned around and smiled, it was Tiffany. She was the one of us who had the looks. Today, she was extremely appealing for a guy to look at. She wore a skimpy tank top and a short skirt, a step farther than she normally took in middle school. Her face was plastered with make up, and she had recently straightened her hair. She was always the one with the attention, I can admit, it was who she was. It's just that, she used to know the limits of her power, now? Not so much.

"Hey," I greeted her kindly anyways, she was still my friend, no matter what she wore or looked like.

Another girl just laughed, mockingly, "Hey, Tiffany. This brat thinks she can be part of us by just saying hi."

They both laughed mockingly at me. I looked at Tiffany carefully, she showed no recognition that we were just best friends last year. She and the other snotty girl just continued to laugh. What was with her today?

"I know right, Britt? She's so ugly," Tiffany laughed with menace, flipping her hair back.

Tears stung the corner of my eyes, they were laughing at me, she was laughing at me. Didn't she remember anything? The days where we'd talk, understand each other, help her with her life? She didn't seem at all like the girl who would seem like she was laughing to her death bed, or the most craziest upbeat person in the world. She was even farther from the little girl who cried countless days after her mother died. The sweet, caring girl she once was.

A crowd formed around us, laughing at my failure to realize that this wasn't elementary school anymore. The mocked me, and teased calling out "ugly brat" to me over and over. I couldn't take it anymore and pushed my way out of the circle that formed around me.

I dried my eyes with a napkin I luckily had in my pocket, and spotted Genevieve. She wore normal sized glasses, and regular clothing like me. Usually, she'd be the one of us with the common sense, the one who'd always remind us there were better things in life than making yourself pretty for the crowd and just being who you are. But she was hanging in a different crowd, one she wouldn't have thought about joining just the year before.

"Hey, Genevieve," I called out weakly, trying my best to smile.

She was about to say something, but a guy in her group of friends cut her off.

"Are you really going to talk to someone as stupid as her?" He said nastily.

The guys and girls in her circle of friends laughed at me. I wasn't smart enough? I sighed, as tears yet again formed in my eyes, I guess I didn't belong anywhere. Genevieve's circle of friends walked off together, laughing and mocking me as the snotty group Tiffany was with did just a few minutes ago.

Except this time, Genevieve looked back and looked sorry.

The Summer

Finally, it had reached the end of horrible school. It must be hard to be picked on by the popular group, but what happens when you have the smart kids teaming up on you, too? It never works out, no matter what you do, it would be pure torture.

But I planned to get revenge, of course. Tiffany betrayed me, for the popular crowd! I even heard she had already given her virginity away, to the hottie of the school. Her dyed blond hair always seemed to flip in my face whenever I was near her. I was just that gum on her shoe she desperately tried to get rid of.

Genevieve, was nicer. When she wasn't with her smarticle friends, she'd look sorry for me, and sometimes talk to me, minutes at a time. but those days were rare, because her and her smart friends couldn't stand someone like me, someone who wasn't popular enough to be afraid of or to bow down to, nor was she smart.

I had no friends throughout the school year, but maybe the occasional one who'd feel sorry and talk to me ever so often. No one bothered with the ugly, not smart girl who was just plain normal. Except, they especially went out of the way to bother the ugly and not smart girl. To me, it was just pure torture. Little Adeline against the school.

Next year though, will be the year I shine. Tiffany's group will beg for mercy, while the smart group will bow down at my feet, begging to not be picked on for the school year. Of course, I'll make sure they'll be picked on, and Tiffany's group, too. Because of what they all did to me.

I smiled to myself and picked up the lipstick and brought it to my mouth.