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Forewords: below
Chapter One

I believe every single person in this world owns a mask. They own an emotional mask. They put it on their face any chance they want to lie to the world, or anything beyond their reach.

Some people never knew they had one. At least not until something drastic comes on that they need to fib. There also comes a part, a story behind how they first found a mask.

Mine was the utmost dreadful and surprising thing in the world.

Characters

Annie
Vicky
Kris
Ron

Introduction

Nobody has ever, ever noticed the spark of evil in me. Of course, I have known that everyone has somewhat of a selfish personality in them. But perhaps I never noticed that that evil living in my mind is more than just a spark.

Oh, nobody else noticed either.

They all thought I was just a plain girl, if not a very friendly and rapturous one. I wasn’t especially mentioned or recognized for anything along the lines of, “Annie is nice.”

I didn’t believe there was such thing as being nice just because you have especially given something you can either afford or not to one other person that you do not have to give to.

Though, I was nice enough.

Nice enough for the kind of life I have. Not especially great, not especially bad.

It’s always in the middle. I’m not the best, not the worst.

Most people are in the middle, and I’m also one of the many that never noticed it. I was contented enough with life.

Never teach me to have goals. Blame everything that happened on him. He gave me motivation, and not necessarily a good one.

I’m going to blame every last thing and person in this world before I admit what I have done, to be…

A word I cannot utter. Let’s just say it’s a repulsive medium-sized “w” word.

i can never write like that. good job sharie!

Wow. Beautiful! Like what Kris said, wow. That's some awesome writing there. I wish I can write like you.

da-damn sharie that was just spectacular. hMM...now i wanna be creative and write a story. only problem is im not good at it. haha.

jackie

Hey that's pretty creative. Good points writen in there.

Actually,

"When you want to fool the world, tell the truth."
--Bismarck

wow.....really meaningful...damn i wish i could write like that!

u had a clear voice in your writing. beautiful.

make this into a screen plaY?

wow.. its so true.. that was the introduction right..? so theres more?

Heehee...thanks and since you're first ever to comment, I changed the name .



Aw...but I already love your writing style! It's awesommeee..keep writing



You don't have to be good at it...just write, erm..what you feel



Thanks..I'm good at writing the introductions, but never..ever, the end and climax



*ahem* That's when manipulation comes to the story.



Read more, write more, and you can also do it



AHA! My good trait is being able to express myself well. Thank you



Huh? Oh..yes. If only someone famous would pay attention to my yucky writing



Yep...there's more, so subscribe to this topic? and I'm writing chapter one, will be done soon.

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Chapter One

Because this is the only time you’ll ever think I’m blended with the group of normal people in the world, I will start with a very common introductory sentence.

It all started with something Kris said to me.

“You need a job.”

Actually, I censored an inappropriate word, because what was said sounded strong enough.

“I know I need a job!” was what I said, but what do I know? I just laid there on the couch, showing no sign that I ever considered it. There may be a slight possibility that it flew past my brain, my head, though.

Of course, he being my best friend means he knows how to persuade me, if that’s called persuading.

What it takes to get my sorry butt off of my lovely yellow couch is to drag me, after arranging all the interview schedules and appropriate jobs. Prior to that, one must make up a reasonable excuse to get me even near the premises.

Also, I have failed to mention that I’m incredibly sarcastic. I rarely fall for anything twice.

That’s why when he woke me up in a bright and cheerfully early morning with the fact that I didn’t see any cheerful atmosphere, I gave the ultimate sarcastic comment. It was a mere bright and early to describe the day.

“Oh dear! You need a ride to the hospital! Me too! My butt has been hurting and I was worrying if I have cancer!”

It was that, and I plopped right down and slept soundly, not hearing one nagging voice of him again. This ends the only light-hearted part of my terrible story of finding my emotional mask.

The next time I woke up was when I received a call. It was a very terrible call indeed.

I was more than mortified as I arrived at an old warehouse. Normal grey walls, graffiti infested with oil splattered here or there. None of these mattered to me as I saw Ron beaten to a pulp. At least the shape of his face was somewhat recognized. It will be fixed later.

I approached him, touching the chains. Looking around, I saw a bulk on his brown leather jacket. I slipped my hand inside. Fortunately, was a key but unfortunately, it was smothered with crimson liquid.

After slipping my key in the four slots carefully, he collapsed from dangling midair and returned consciousness.

“Uh…” he moaned and groaned. From the pain and agony, I assumed.

I slapped him gently on the bruise located on his face and headed on out.

hey i think its pretty cool it was awesome i like it alot just dont go to much into thought instead of actually telling ppl stuff

Enoch

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