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MidReal Story
Behind the Mask of Love
Scenario:She wears a mask to hide her feelings, but this popular boy falls in love with her
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Emily Carter
high school student, romantically involved with Jake, long brown hair, introverted and artistic.
Mia Rodriguez
Emily's best friend and confidante, single but interested in relationships, curly black hair, outgoing and protective.
Jake Thompson
high school heartthrob, dating Emily, short blond hair, charismatic and persistent.
I was never the girl who got the guy.
I was the girl who sat in the back of the classroom, doodling in my notebook, while the popular kids laughed and flirted with each other.
I was the girl who never raised her hand, even when I knew the answer.
I was the girl who never went to parties or football games, because I didn’t have anyone to go with.
I was the girl who always felt like she was on the outside looking in.
But that all changed when Jake Thompson walked into my life.
Chapter 1
I was the silent artist at school, the girl who never spoke to anyone and who preferred her own company to that of others.
I was the girl who expressed herself through her paintbrush rather than her voice.
I was the girl who was content to fade into the background and go unnoticed.
My best friend, Mia Rodriguez, was the complete opposite—outgoing, confident, and outspoken, with a love for all things pink and sparkly.
She had been my best friend since fourth grade, and she had made it her mission to bring me out of my shell and help me make more friends.
She was forever dragging me to parties and forcing me into social situations I despised, but I loved her for it, because I knew she was just trying to help me.
By the time senior year rolled around, though, she had given up on trying to change me.
She knew that I was happy being invisible in a world where everyone seemed to be constantly seeking attention, and she had learned to accept that about me.
So she had stopped pushing me to do things that made me uncomfortable, and she had stopped trying to make me fit in with people I had nothing in common with.
And I had been grateful for that.
But little did I know that our lives were about to change in ways we never could have imagined.
It all started on that fateful Tuesday afternoon in art class during my junior year of high school.
I was sitting at my usual spot in the back of the room, sketching ideas for my latest project, when the door swung open and a boy I had never seen before walked in.
He was tall and lean, with light brown hair that was styled in a messy faux hawk and striking blue eyes that made my breath catch in my throat.
He was wearing a faded red T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and a pair of ripped jeans that hung low on his hips.
His face was rugged and handsome, with a strong jaw and full lips that looked like they were made for kissing.
He was the kind of guy who made all the girls in school swoon at the mere sight of him, and I was no exception.
But it wasn’t just his looks that drew me to him—it was the way he carried himself, with an easy confidence and a playful smile that seemed to light up the entire room.
He was surrounded by friends and admirers, all of whom were hanging on his every word and laughing at his jokes, but he didn’t seem to mind the attention.
I was never the girl who got the guy.
I was the girl who sat in the back of the classroom, doodling in my notebook, while the popular kids laughed and flirted with each other.
I was the girl who never raised her hand, even when I knew the answer.
I was the girl who never went to parties or football games, because I didn’t have anyone to go with.
I was the girl who always felt like she was on the outside looking in.
But that all changed when Jake Thompson walked into my life.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was sitting in art class, staring at a blank canvas and trying to come up with an idea for my latest project.
I was the silent artist at school, the girl who never spoke to anyone and who preferred her own company to that of others.
I was the girl who expressed herself through her paintbrush rather than her voice.
I was the girl who was content to fade into the background and go unnoticed.
My best friend, Mia Rodriguez, was the complete opposite—outgoing, confident, and outspoken, with a love for all things pink and sparkly.
She had been my best friend since fourth grade, and she had made it her mission to bring me out of my shell and help me make more friends.
She was forever dragging me to parties and forcing me into social situations I despised, but I loved her for it, because I knew she was just trying to help me.
By the time senior year rolled around, though, she had given up on trying to change me.
She knew that I was happy being invisible in a world where everyone seemed to be constantly seeking attention, and she had learned to accept that about me.
So she had stopped pushing me to do things that made me uncomfortable, and she had stopped trying to make me fit in with people I had nothing in common with.
Chapter 2
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was sitting in art class, staring at a blank canvas and trying to come up with an idea for my latest project.
I was the silent artist at school, the girl who never spoke to anyone and who preferred her own company to that of others.
I was the girl who expressed herself through her paintbrush rather than her voice.
I was the girl who was content to fade into the background and go unnoticed.
My best friend, Mia Rodriguez, was the complete opposite—outgoing, confident, and outspoken, with a love for all things pink and sparkly.
She had been my best friend since fourth grade, and she had made it her mission to bring me out of my shell and help me make more friends.
She was forever dragging me to parties and forcing me into social situations I despised, but I loved her for it, because I knew she was just trying to help me.
By the time senior year rolled around, though, she had given up on trying to change me.
She knew that I was happy being invisible in a world where everyone seemed to be constantly seeking attention, and she had learned to accept that about me.
But that all changed when Jake Thompson walked into my life.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was sitting in art class, staring at a blank canvas and trying to come up with an idea for my latest project.
I was the silent artist at school, the girl who never spoke to anyone and who preferred her own company to that of others.
I was the girl who expressed herself through her paintbrush rather than her voice.
I was the girl who was content to fade into the background and go unnoticed.
My best friend, Mia Rodriguez, was the complete opposite—outgoing, confident, and outspoken, with a love for all things pink and sparkly.