Things We Hide || Sanders Sides

Prologue

Beware the mask that you present to people, for what begins as a mask may soon become your face.

When you walk along the corridors of high school, any control you have over your life dissappears in an instant and if you want to leave that day without half your body turned back and blue, you follow by the rules. Nothing formal, they're not written out and handed to each student. They are simply understood.

There's always a group who rules the halls. Always a group who decides who gets to go where and when they get to do it. As for anyone who defies them; you better know how to run.

Your group, it seems, is decided early on, as early on as your first day as if some invisible voice has judged who will become who. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the rulers of the halls who swoon over eachother and are essentially the highschool definition of perfection. The outcasts, the ones who hide away in the corners, headphones on and not caring. The so called nerds, the ones who actually complete homework and have the teachers wrapped around their little fingers. Not to mention everybody who lies inbetween this spectrum.

However, the main rule has always been to stay within your group
You don't try to shift. You accept your social standing, conform to it and that's that.

But the most important aspect of high school, the one rule that you can never under any circumstances break, is that the rules still apply outside of school as well. Always. See a jock and you're an outcast? Hide. Run. Pull that hood up and walk away as quickly as you can in the other direction.

Mind, things don't always go to plan and the role we were assigned can be gone in an instant. One slip up and your friends become your enemies and your enemies your friends. People you hated become the ones you love. Everything simply flips.

And that mask? That one you spent so long building on? The one that protected you from everyday horrors?

It becomes useless.