Her hands shook as she lifted the mask up and held it above her face, her eyes scanning over it. Delicately she played with the feathers all along it, they were soft to the touch and made her sigh in content. The eye holes looked like they were looking at her, looking into her; it made her fell uncomfortable but yet comfortable, at the same time. It was a piece of her, now. She couldn’t get rid of it and she didn’t want to. She was nervous and anxious to start the job, though it would claim most of her homework time; she would have to balance them all.