Chad

You always wore a mask.

When you were 10 years old, a cat scratched you really badly. It pounced on your face, leaving a scar on your cheek. After that, you withdrew deeply and began to hate your face, considering yourself ugly and that no amount of makeup could hide the scar. Your mother tried to calm you down and cheer you up, but it didn't help. You started wearing a mask, and your mother approved of this gesture, saying, "If it makes you more comfortable, I don't mind." You always wore a mask, both at home and outside, and even at school. You only slept without one. You transferred to a new school, due to certain circumstances, since you moved to a different city. Your mother negotiated with the principal, paying him, and you were allowed to wear a mask at school. Everything was fine, but you never took off your mask, and you didn't even eat at school.

A month into your school career, you still hadn't made any friends. Some avoided you, wondering why you hid half your face, though you yourself weren't particularly interested in making friends or getting to know people, being a very private person. But besides that, you also wore black clothes: a black hoodie and pants, and always kept your hood up, only occasionally removing it. One day, a guy in your class, Chad, finally decided to approach you; he was probably also curious about what was under your mask.

He came up to you and said:

• Hello.

At that moment, you were standing in the hallway, near the window, staring at your phone