Masquerade

Masking: Red

Masking: Red

We are taught from a young age that The Gold Masks are to be feared and respected. They decided everything. What we wear, who we are, even our names. They choose everything. From the time you are born until the time you die you are theirs.

They are the ones that give us our medicine. It is to keep our minds stable so that we do hurt ourselves.

I got my first med when I was 10 I have taken the same med for 5 years. It made things fuzzy and I can remember somethings. Golds told me it was normal to feel like I wasn't in control. At The First Mask they change all 15 year olds meds.

I go to my First Mask tonight.

My mom is curling my hair for the Mask. All girls have to have their hair curled and wear the color that goes with their parents mask. My parents are blues so my dress is a very simple blue dress. When I was younger I used to think that my parents were supposed to be Black masks. But the parents I had in my head weren't the same as the ones I had at home. My mom had dark red hair and my dad was blonde. I am there only child. Somehow I ended up with black hair. My mom is thin and so is my dad while I am short and kinda chubby. I never fit in with the Blues... But I don't want to leave the family I know.

The blue dress is actually very dark blue I think it makes me look really pale.

We walk to the middle of town where the first mask takes place. It is there that I see my classmates that I learned with up to this point. All from different Masks. I remember when I was 8 and I was playing with a couple other girls my age but they were in Pink. We were having so much fun but then the Golds came over and - no stop a voice said in my head. Stop thinking, they will hear you

-Drew White

I followed the Gold to a small room right off the hallway.

The Gold looked down at me. He was tall and thin. He wore a frown that made me think he had a hard life. Poor man.

"Go into the room and wait for me to tell you that you can come out." He said frowning his way through the statement.

"You know life can be hard but a smile always makes it better" I said smiling up at him.

He rolled his eyes and I walked into the room. Frowny face closed the door behind me.

I walked over to where a window would be but there wasn't one. I should have brought a notebook and pen with me this is mind numbing. Suddenly a black marker came out of the vent in the room. I let it sit on the floor but I soon sat down on the ground and stared at the marker. To write or not to write. I looked at the walls. Prime real estate for writing. I couldn't take it anymore I grabbed the marker and started writing. I wrote about everything. Love, loss, pain, happiness. Everything I could come up with was written on these walls. I ran out of room . I didn't know I was here that long I smiled and laid back on the ground. Frowny face opened the door as soon as he did all my writing disappeared. Oh. It was fake.

-Drew white:Red