No-Name was going to tell me her story, which was exciting but nerve-racking at the same time.

“I was eleven when this all happened. So this happened four years ago. One day when I was out hanging with Bon, my girlfriend. We always were running away from home. We wanted to be alone, and we could never just hang out at our house because our families did not accept that we liked girls. Which was hard for us to understand why they couldn't just accept we liked each other. We always went to this broken down roller skating rink, because it hadn't had people there in years. But out of all the days, things had to go wrong on that day, a truck hit the place we were hanging out at. It started a fire. We didn’t notice that there was a fire till half the building fell from. It had burnt a support beam, and we got trapped inside. When the firefighters got there, The ashes severely burnt our faces along with the fire which was making it hard to breathe. The ashes were like lava was on your face. The planks started falling from the ceiling. A couple fell onto us. We were now on the ground and were panicking wondering when the firefighter would get here. When they got there, they Bon and I out as fast as they could. But it wasn't as fast as we had hoped, we were in there over half an hour. We probably would have died if they got there any later. When they got us to the hospital, the doctors didn’t know what else they could do, expect to just do plastic surgery. Which I didn't want to do. I wanted to look like myself, not like someone else. Even if I looked horrible. I had a good idea I told Bon and waited until she gave her answer so I could tell the doctors. We said ‘We just wanted two masks one of a light blue cat and the other as a dark purple bunny. When we left the hospital and went to our separate homes, I decided that I would keep my mask on as long as possible, I called up Bon and she agreed also. So, we had just agreed to only would take them off when forced to. But we kept getting in so much trouble that our mask kept breaking, or getting scratched. So, every time we broke or scratched our masks badly, we would get a replacement one. But we would break it every week so we agreed that if it was unfixable or too small we could get a new one. Our faces never healed so the masks stayed.”

I was shocked by her story. I felt so bad for her and couldn't believe all this happened when she was eleven. Four years of wear a mask was a long time, at least to me. She was also still wearing that blue cat mask, that she had sworn to never really take off. I'm guessing the design changed a lot though. She is fifteen now, so the mask would change along with her and her style. I wonder if I'll ever meet this Bon she was talking about.