Girl In The Mask

There is a myth, a beautiful lie they tell children who have their first broken heart, but a myth all the same. You may or may not know it. It is the myth about the red string of fate.

Those who tell the story are always the hopeless romantics, maybe that is why I will tell it to you, but here we go.

They say on every single person in the world there is a piece of red string wrapped around their pinkie finger, or toe. Sometimes hidden and connected to their heart. It isn’t just a piece of cut off string, no. This string flows out to the universe. It then continues on and wraps around your soul mate’s finger.

Every year, the string gets shorter. Shorter, shorter, until you meet your one true love.

Sometimes it is love at first sight, sometimes it is a slowly burning candle.

But all the same, you met your perfect match.

I tell you this story because I am sure I found her, the girl whose string is attached to mine.

Love at first sight.

If she knew my name, acknowledged my existence in any way, took off her mask so I could see her face, or talked to anyone at all. I am sure we would be the perfect match.

Gerard and Frankie…. It has a nice ring to it.

Yes, I fell in love with the girl in the mask.

And I have only been here for a week.

Welcome to Maybryar High School for the Misunderstood.