The next day No-Name didn't come to school, or so I thought… I was just worried because she was always at school even when she was sick. Which could have got the other students sick, but she didn't care about that sort of thing. But then I saw a crying bruised girl slouched on the ground looking at it. Her crimson hair surrounding her face… it seemed familiar. So, I stopped thinking about No-Name and was only thinking of a way to help the girl. I started walking towards her. Then I spotted a mask on the floor next to her, it was the blue cat mask, the same one No-Name wore all the time. I ripped the mask from the ground and started running off to go to the art room. Not knowing why I did. I just suddenly had an urge to fix the broken mask. I now know who the crying girl on the ground was it was No-Name.

Doing everything I could do to fix the mask, my mind went into a rant. I knew she didn't deserve this. She was always so nice to everyone, even to the meanest bullies in the school. How could anyone ever do that to her? But then I remembered, all they probably made themselves believe this was right, or at least that's what they convinced myself to think. I fixed the cracked mask as good as I could, some pieces were missing, but I did as much fixing as I could. It looked close to what it used to be like. You could see all the places where it had been broken. I fixed it with some air dry clay which took a couple of minutes to dry, but I let it dry while I ran back to her.

Once I got back to her, she was still crying. I handed her the fixed cat mask. She looked up, her face looked like it had been beaten. With the hue bruises and cuts on her face and arms. It looked like it had scars already on it, but they were all on her face. Some of the scars looked old maybe this happened before. She immediately put it back on.

“Thank you.” She then turned and hugged me. Awhile later near the end of class, we were able to talk.

“Hey, No-Name… what happened to your face.” She immediately fell silent and just said,

“It was an accident.” and walked away. I knew she didn't want to tell me. But my curiosity always gets the better of me. She didn't come to school for an entire week. Was she avoiding me? This is all my fault, I shouldn't have asked her about it.

After that long week, she came back. Her mask was repainted so it didn't look like it had been put back together. The colors were a light blue now, not dulled blue like it used to be. No one would even talk to her after what had happened in the hallway. Rumors were flying around the school like wildfire. I even heard one, about how she had faked it all, to just get attention. And the scars were all fake and she didn't need the mask. She was no longer a respected girl, she was now known as the freak with a mask on. I was the only person that would talk to her. This happened for around a year. She would only talk to me. We were always hanging out after school, and soon she told me she trusted me enough, to tell her story and how she got her mask and why her face was so messed up. I was filled with joy once I heard this.