She Wears A Mask

                                                                                       Prologue 

6 years ago...

"No Jess, I'm not sure if I can come to your house" I heard my big sister say to her best friend on phone. 

My sister, Emily is currently in her Sophomore year in Era Ville High School. I'm just in 5th grade. And me, the innocent 5th grader, is currently glaring at a certain 11th grader named Mark, who is also my sister's boyfriend. And I hate him.

"Ouch Angela, those scary glares of yours are actually burning me" He smirked at me. 

Ugh! I hate Mark! Whenever I ask him questions like, What does he plan to do in future, or What is "second base", he just looks at me and goes "You're just a kid, Angie." finishing the sentence with his signature smirk. 

I maybe just 10, but I'm also the smartest kid in my class, and obviously more mature than my sister and her friends. 

Just a few minutes earlier Mark and my sister were whispering something to each other. We three were walking down the road back to Mom's, I was holding Emily's hand on one side while balancing my book, 'Percy Jackson And The Olympian Thief' in the other, while Mark was walking on Emily's other side, one arm around Emily's waist which just made me feel more 'icky'. 

What? I just hate the touchy-feely type of things, the only reason I'm even holding my sister's hand is because otherwise she would start eyeing me like a Hawk.

So where was I? Yeah, Mark and Emily were whispering something to each other, and I heard Mark say something along the lines of, "....Just leave Angie back home with some babysitter and then we can go to...." which was all I needed to hear to spike up my irritation.

"What are you guys talking about??" I enquired with a suspicious look.

Then Mark did it again, he just looked at me, smirked, and went, "You're just a kid, Angie. You wont get it."

And since then I've been glaring at him. Which is like, past 15 minutes.

I guess I'm what you would call a child prodigy, or a super-kid, or plain smart. Obviously, I have weaknesses. I'm shy, not anti-social, I do have friends, but still I'm a pretty shy person. And pretty emotional, one can say. I let my emotions take the best out of me in situations.

Like now, I know it's stupid to be hating someone just because of a silly comment, and I've been taught better to not let words hurt me.

But......but.....I'm not STUPID! Ugghhh.....I'm probably MORE mature than Mark ever would be!! And Emily doesn't even defend me!!

So, I hate Mark. Simple.

Emily hung up the phone with Jess, her best friend, and started talking to Mark in hushed voice as they giggled and laughed. And I, obviously did what any normal kid under the same circumstances would do.

I ignored whatever they were saying, and tugged on Emily's hand, making the three of us walk faster towards what I would like to say, a teenage hormone free zone.

Emily just laughed at my behaviour, Mark also chuckled and grunted some semi-sarcastic response which I gladly chose to ignore. And I smiled smugly as we neared a familiar street.

We were almost home, I could see the red-bricked two-floor small house with a small clover filled lawn, just a few feet away. 

Except....Something was off. Really off, and creepy. I could feel it.