The IT crowd looked on, the girls clad in skin-tight or Bodycon dresses with bunny ears and sky high heels regarded me with interest. A slow blush built, burning up my cheeks; a contrast to the glimmering emerald ivy leaves I drew on. The vine was short; intricate in a sense but simple. Drawn on the left side of my face, the vine started at the edge of my cheekbone; curving up over and ending just about in the middle of my eyebrow. Complementing my hazel eyes, I only added pale gold eye shadow and mascara to elongate my eyelashes. My mocha hair was left down in natural waves; ending a couple inches below my shoulders. I doubt any of them really knew who I was. ''Amara?'' Except for one. Abused her whole life, shunned by her peers; Amara Wolfe faces a hard life. Will showing up at her High school Halloween change anything?