Elliot was proud to say he had crafted the perfect mask. No, not a literal mask, but an emotional mask. Everyone thought that he was a smily, energetic boy with some anger issues. No on ever saw the truth though. If the did, they probably would not believe it. The real Elliot was just a small broken child who knew nothing of what parents love was or what having real friends felt like. Elliot thought that this would stay the same as he got sent by a social worker to Mr. Pettersons Institution for Boys. Little did he know how much would change. (I got this idea from other stories but the main plot is my own) (some things may be triggering so please read with caution if feel something may be triggering for u, I will try to but some warnings before hand but I might forget, pls just do ur best to keep urself safe)