A change that stays

The meeting that changed my life

 We walked to our new school, slowly entering the building I held my head low, a hood covering my head as strands of brunette hair fell down my face. Next to me was my twin brother, Jack Town. He always had many friends back in Rainville. They weren't exactly the most appropriate comapny, but they never hurt him. Yet I couldn't know any of that, could I? I never spent any time with them, I didn't care about them, but they all cared how I felt, why? Because they were scared of me. I wasn't an aggressive student, nor did I get into fights, but I wore a mask. A big, light blue mask that covered my whole face. I hated that mask, it ruined my life. I lost all my freinds because of  it, but thats still something i could cope with. But there's one loss that I can't live with. 

     It was a calm day. Me and my dad were driving to the store, I closed my eyes. That was the biggest mistake of my life . I heard the ear wrenching noise of tires screeching, a crash and then silence. I opened my eyes, but I could only see that disgusting shade of red. Wiping my eyes, I saw my dad, well what was left of him, his body was massacred. I had no doubt he was dead. Soon something caught my eye, my reflection. My face was all bloodied up, before I couldn't feel any pain due to the adrenaline, but now a sharp agonizing pain hit me. I started to scream, yet it soon stopped  and I fainted. I thought I died, but when I woke up I found myself laying down in a hospital bed. Standing next to me was my brother  and mother. To this day I still remember his words. "Cassie! Cassie! Oh I'm so happy you're awake!" He made a sad attempt to hug me, but my mom pulled him away, she soon explained what happened and that I was out for almost two weeks. Yet I couldn't think about any of that. The only thought in my head was that my father was dead. I soon started to feel a harsh burning on my face. Most of my long days in the hospital went that rout. My mom and brother talking to me, me being in pain while I couldn't do or say a thing. Everyday I hoped it would be the last, but everyday i was dissapointed yet again. I stayed in the damned place for a good three months until I was finally discharged. On the day I was let go the docters gave my a mask, then it was white, but still horrible none the less. My brother took me home by bus. Everyone looked at me as if I killed someone. A lady even told Jack to stay away from me since I might be dangerous. 

Yet now as I'm walking down these new halls I can't help but smirk. All these new faces looking at me in fear and disgust. I quickly stopped thinking about that when my brother stopped walking. I looked up to see a blond boy, probobly older than us, standing in our way.

"What do you want." I hissed from under the mask.

"We don't like freaks in this school. Take that mask of before I'll take it off myself." The boy snarled. He clearly thought he was better than everyone here.

"And how are you going to accomplish that? Get out of my way or you'll be just as big of a freak as me." I threatned, Jack attempted to pull me away, yet to no avail.

"Oh I'm so scared." He said sarcastically. " Come on, let's see- " His statment was cut short by a boy who I could only assume was his brother.

"Nate! Stop! Leave them alone." The smaller boy yelled. The blondie must be named Nate. That's surprisingly fitting for him. 

"Meet me at three at the school courtyard." Nate growled and walked away. I snickered. It's only the first day and I already got myself into a fight. This school is great. My train of thought soon stopped as I heard my brother talking with the other boy.

"I'm so sorry about him, he's really an idiot. By the way I'm Cooper Baker and that was my brother Nate."

"I noticed." I said roughly as I took Jack's arm and started to walk.