Soooo... this was a story idea I thought up of for Miles Tucker, our asexual, nineteen-year-old blond! 

I've always wanted to see my face. 

But that's impossible, isn't it? 

That was my thought process as I stared back at the mask in the mirror, with its' orange and red marks, covering every inch of my face, only to give me the clue that I had blond hair. 

Running my fingers over the white surface of the mask, I gazed into the pits, the holes of the mask, where my eyes should have been, but I saw nothing but black. 

"Miles!" 

"Hm?" I responded, allowing my hand to fall to my side and turned around.

The blue and orange highlights of the mask could be none other then Cameron, Cameron Smitheris, otherwise known as my closest friend as of currently. His mask was shaped differently then the other blue-and-orange-marked ones in the school, with two black cat-whiskers that he drew on when he was a kid, and a sharp nose. 

"What'cha stayin' so long in the bathroom for? Come on, it's almost the end of school!" 

"For us, anyway. I pity anyone who has classes after three, because my brain shuts off after then," I sighed. "I'm a morning person." 

Cameron chuckled, the noise echoing in his mask before he turned his back on me, pointing down the hallway. "Come on, come on!" 

Why must we wear these masks? 

According to our government, it's because, now, insults don't have to do with ugliness or beauty. It might have been a good take on some parts, my curiosity, which was quite scarce, was sparked. 

Sometime earlier in the 2000's, it was revealed that aliens had been in hiding for nearly seventeen centuries, slowing guiding humankind along. But as our society slowly deteriorated, they came out of hiding to set us... back on track, they put it.

Aliens were the only one who don't have to wear masks- besides, if they did, it would break. 

I touched a finger to my mask, running over the small cuts and marks it had got over the years, and was about to follow Cameron when the speaker overhead crackled. 

"All students please retort to the gymnasium. I repeat, all students report to the gymnasium." 

My lips curved down in a frown, sparing a glance at my best friend, who was looking at the speaker as well, head cocked to the side. 

"I suppose we go to the gym, then?" He tried.

"Probably," I muttered, rubbing at my shoulder. "Let's go." 

When we arrived, my heart dropped.

Standing up on the stage like they were the god of the new world, was the head of the government now- an alien called Lodan. 

He looked quite human, if you ignored the obvious snake scales on his cheekbones and shoulders, as well as his one red-pink eye. There was also a rumor that he didn't have feet shaped like human feet, like most aliens did.

Beside him was the vice president, another alien named Kirke. Kirke was probably the most human out of all the aliens I had ever seen- being abnormally tall at six-foot-nine, and indigo eyes with jagged pupils. 

They did this to every school, usually on a round of every five-years. They'd check if everyone's mask was still functioning properly, and sometimes, if you were deemed an half-alien, your mask was taken off. 

"Aw, man, this has to happen now? It's gonna take forever!" Cameron complained. 

"Alphabetic order by last name!" One of the teachers called, and a ripple rose from our group, Cameron disappearing off to the start of the line, since his last name began with a B, while mine began with a T. 

Sighing through my nose, I locked my hands behind my back, found my spot, and waited.

OoO

"Miles Tucker!"

About time, I thought, curling my lip. 

I strode up the steps, looking Lodan in the eye- his golden one, which was his left eye. 

Upon seeing me, he frowned, then turned his face slightly towards Kirke, whispering something I couldn't here, then: 

"Okay, you're good to go." 

I blinked, cocking my head to the side. Upon what I had seen earlier, they would tug on your mask and check the rounded edges for cracks, but they did nothing of the sort here.

"I can see that you take care of your mask well, and don't get into reckless fights. Off with you, next one up," Lodan waved me off. 

I didn't question it. I stumbled off the stairs, my mind racing as one of the teachers, probably with a frown on her face, dismissed me from school. 

Instead of going elsewhere, I staggered to the bathroom, going where I was before, and stared at the mirror.

The mocking grin the mask had smiled back at me, the curve of the lips causing me to slam my fists into the marble.

"Stop... stop..." 

Just like that, something fell to the floor. 

Kneeling down, I picked up the jagged piece. 

The item was made out of... something, I didn't know, but the feel and the texture of it felt familiar. I ran my fingers along the smooth side again, rubbing it between my skin before looking back up at the mirror.

Time froze in that moment, but it also sped up. Time was eternity, yet it was nothing. Across the edge of the mask near my chin, a jagged crack ran along it, revealing a portion of my mouth. 

Without noticing that I was doing it, I lifted the piece to the cracked portion of the mask, watching as it fit together. 

My mask cracked. 

My fingers curled over the bottom edge of the mask, gripping it tightly and jerking upwards.

It didn't hurt. 

The mask clattered to the floor beside me. 

Inhale. Exhale.

I tilted my head backwards, pinching the bridge of my nose, running a finger across the shell of my ear, only to touch metal piercings. 

"... well, well, would you look at this...?"