-Masks-

Arrogant, self-centered, glamorous, know-it-all, snooty and daddy's girl.

Hyperactive, annoying, heroic, idiotic, and a wannbe superhero.

She wears it every time when coating her face in the powder mask- coating her face in the beauty before facing the world. Must be dazzling, must cover her inner self with that typical snobby girl outlook.

He tugs on that heroic mask of his every single day of his freakin' life, why? Because that's what he is! A hero ready to save someone.

Someone but himself.

This is a regular, daily thing, a daily doing when they wake up in the morning preparing to face the world in their masks. He puts on that happy-go-lucky, irritating child-like innocence. She carries the appearance of a girl who desires attention, who craves it, and so, picks on people for it… nothing important, typical things.

Others reaction?

Boys hate his guts and girls find him a sore loser. Girls envy and despise her very being… wanting to be far away as possible.

Why is it that they still wear it? They don't know… it's normal, the usual thing- why do the opposite? No need to change the normal. No need to change the masks.

His mask is the joy and pride of him.

Her face represents a rich spoiled girl and she don't mind one bit.

The people judge them, and so they cater what the people want. However, when time to take off the mask, things change. Hyperactive and uncontrolled becomes silent and remains in solitude. Cocky, spoiled, the fame all washed away into meek shyness, quiet and rowdy at the same time. It's an odd thing- maybe the mask posses unique abilities.

The mask covers up true colors. Is this what they want? To reveal their unmasked faces? Why, of course not, though it's always lingered within the mind. Revealing themselves to the public eye is unnerving… what would they think? The usual thoughts would stop by then.

They must tidy up their mask for the people demand it.

Within the moments of peaceful silence, he wonders what would it be like if he went to school one day without the mask, the mask that defined who he was… what everyone say? Will they accept him better than who he is with it? Oh, Chum Chum's coming… must slide on the mask.

She jabs the B button repeatedly as her fingers popped a few more chips into her mouths. The sounds of chips crunching echoed across her room, eyes focused on the screen, ''few more hits left… ! Yeah! In your face, dragon! Ha, I'm the new dragon slayer!'' She praised herself, then frowned, ''gotta go to school tomorrow…'' Must put on the mask again for school. Lush and everything.

The masks what covers up their true identity.