Smile!

"I'm fine," She smiled. "Really!"

Really?

"Haha, I'm strong enough, Rachel!" She laughed and shrugged it off.

I am?

"No worries, okay? I don't need your mushy cheesy cares, haha!" She chuckled.

I actually do need them.

"How about you? How's summer holidays going?" She said. "I can't wait to listen to all your fabulous stories!"

Actually, I don't even care.

"Oh! Look at the time, I gotta go!" I glanced over my watch and said. "Sorry about this, catch up with you next time!"

I have nothing to do at all. But I don't feel like staying here too.

With a bunch of fake bitches.

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In the current world we live in, everyone has a mask of their own. It comes with all types, shapes, colours. And you get to choose!

Nah, I was just kidding. You can't see them straight away with naked eyes. You -- feel them.

Talk to them, and you'll see what I mean. They put on masks, and act totally not like their true selves.

They smile -- when they're sad.
They laugh -- when they're jealous.
They offer help -- when they know you don't want it.
They care -- only when you're already fine.
They forgive -- only in front of others.
They stab -- behind your back.
They grew cold -- when they finally tore off their masks.

I hate this world, I hate them all, and I hate myself.

Did I mention I was also one of the masked people? Guess not.

But I see no point in being myself in this fake, meaningless world. Where nothing real even exists; where no one truly cares for you; where nothing can interest you.

There's only one thing I really love about this world. It's when I get to see their torn mask and how bad a situation can turn. They would freak out, and finally their true self will surface and you get to see just how stupid and funny they act! It's always a nice turn of events for me to watch. Or maybe US to watch. Since no one really cares or will help but just watch instead.

Well, off to school now I guess. But not without my mask, and a heart expectant of dramas.

Can't wait!