I will admit, our love story wasn't the kind that people write books about. It wasn't beautiful, and it couldn't have been made to sound so even if Nicholas Sparks had written it. It wasn't inspiring, or uplifting. Our love story wasn't the type to make the reader intrigued at every word. It wasn't adventurous or spontaneous. Hell, it wasn't even romantic. It was just the story of a skinny love that was so malnourished it faded away.

This is a very short story about the true meaning of a mask. A metaphoric mask that is.

A boys view in high school. His eyes. My words. Your story.