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This is a new story that I started, it's not very much, and I'm not sure if it'll end up really being anything, but, I just felt like sharing what I have so far:


Everyone turned to stare at the tall, slender girl that came down the hallway that morning. They greeted this vibrant redhead with much enthusiasm. Her gentle, placid baby blue eyes twinkled in delight as she smiled her perfect smile and waved at them. Her red locks were pulled back into a perfect ponytail so you could see her flawless face. Her petite nose had a small scattering of orange freckles that stretched all the way across on both sides to her cheeks. Her thin eyebrows made a perfect gently sloping arc. Everyone knew and loved this beautiful girl. Everyone knew and loved, me.
No, no they didn’t. No one knew me, or loved me. I am the girl inside that empty shell. I’m the person, who’s hiding behind the curtain. I’m the girl that never got to be. No one knew the lies I told. No one saw the mask I wore. No one knew who I truly was, or what I truly felt.
Every morning it was the same routine. I’d get up, and take a shower. The shower washed away any remaining bits of me that showed through, making me pure, pure nothing. Then, I’d get dressed. I put on the clothes that they wanted to see, the cloth covering me, making me invisible to the prying eyes. Then I’d put on some makeup. The makeup was my mask, the final touch to this monster that hid me. I’d plaster on my smile, make my eyes light up with “joy” and fill myself with energy to skip out of the room.