They always say, “Fake it until you make it!”. That it’ll be alright if you just suck it up. That, “No one loves a gloomy face!”. Honestly, I was raised to believe this crap. I had to keep the mask on my face, no matter what. It doesn’t matter if I was dying, or if I was facing a panic attack, I still had to fake my happiness. ... You might be asking: “Well, how did everything get this messed up?” ... And with that, I will ‘gladly’ say it’s because of a stupid politician. Thanks to him, anyone over the age of 10 had to keep a happy face mask with them or else the peace keepers will kill us. Honestly, I feel envious because of this rule. I can’t change anything, whatsoever though. I’m just a 17 year old girl who’s about to turn 18 in a couple of days. I am not like Katniss Everdeen or some other Hero that you might have heard of. I always thought that was all annoying, with the “I’m not like other girls!” crap. All I can mark up to that, is the single fact that I am a good person with a kind heart and a passion for art. ... I always didn’t understand why there’s confusion between me and my love for art. I was always told I don’t have the heart for art, that it’s ‘too’ brutal for a girl like me. ... …and my input? ... I say that those people are completely wrong. It’s really my only way to cope and vent my true feelings. You’d be surprised, being forced to wear a mask for 7 years now and expected to wear said mask for the rest of my life. It'd be really emotionally draining after a while. It’s just annoying when they think Artists are just stupid. ... I should get back on track. I apologize, I usually get on tangents when I talk about something to this topic. ... You might be asking “Who are you anyways?” ... And…I am Annabelle. Some call me Anna, some call me Belle or Bella. People say that I have Medium length hair, the color of the warm orange that usually fills the sky when it comes to sunsets. I know my eyes are a Hazel color, yet people confuse that with just a very light brown. I usually wear jeans with a shirt that usually has paint on it. I also wear comfortable sneakers in a black color, and my mask usually rests on one side of my head. The mask, most described, is a glorified Emoji. Luckily there was a choice of masks, so I chose a white cat mask with the black spots to mark that it’s smiling. Thank god…The emoji masks were always the ugly ones. ... You’re listening to my story, a story of death and a story of heartbreak. With the mix of hope along with it. Like hues of Red, orange and yellow, painting the picture to me and 15 other teens like me’s demise. ... No one likes changes…but sadly, today will change that, for the worse…they call it, the death game. The game, this time being introduced in America for the first time, Called for 16 students with the additional one or 2 to add if needed. This…was truly horrifying because for my place in America, I didn’t have a choice to do this. I didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t a ‘fancy letter’ to go to a ‘fancy school’. It was chosen randomly to me and I think one other unlucky person. This won’t be good…I just know it. I know how the world is.
Fun fact, this is the start to my short story! (No hook, just that-) --- All credit to me for this ^^
