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Life. 'What a relatible life' people would say to her. She had her life falling to pieces. Her parents had determined y/n a mistake, nightmare, anything possible to hurt her feelings. She had pushed those comments away, knowing it was only the stress of her older sister's death, getting to them. Making them blame it all out on her. She always had a brave face on in school. She didn't know the meaning of fake smiles, or laughter. She was only positive, and happy, due to her life, she was a soilder, a fighter. In this case, she had gotten a job, as a waitress in a cake store. Since her parents wouldn't really care about her, she had to work at an early age. She didn't mind it. Her co-workers were nice and friendly and she just seemed to get along with everyone. Some days, she would bring her homework with her there. Asking her older co-workers for help, they gladly helped her. Not questioning why her parents wouldn't help her out. Life didn't seem as a problem to her as long she was away from home. The bickering of her parents drove her mad. 'You take her with you!' 'No- You!' They both had been planning to part ways, the only problem was y/n. Neither of them wanted her, which deeply saddened y/n. Her whole life turned when her sister died. Avril seemed to be the main source of the problem. Y/n never really did like Avril, but she was still sad at her funeral. Avril used to pick on y/n, saying she isn't pretty, she's fat, she's ugly. Basically, Avril was her everyday bully. The truth was, y/n was pretty, skinny and innocent. In school she had rejected every boy who had asked her out, she had declinded every birthday party invitation. She prefered peace and quiet, so she had also denied any friendships. She still talked to people, cheering them up, helping them out, and made sure no one was lonely. The teachers also seemed to love her, adored her. They usually had a little chat with her at the end of class. Asking were she had gotten all of her enthusiasm and positivity, but she just shrugged, and made her way to the next class. She would take part in most things like going down to old folks homes to greet them a merry Christmas, visiting the local children's hospital giving everyone a simple flower. Seeing smiles on other people's faces was the only thing that mattered to her. On any special occasion of the year, if she would have gotten tips from the costomers, she would spend it on local charities, or had given it to homeless people on the local streets. Sometimes she would have a little chat with them, asking how'd they ended up on the streets. All of their stories were sad, but the most commen one was the 'goverment's fault'. She was deeply heartbroken, but wished them a better life and got on with hers. She was truely happy that she had a shelter, and had some money for food. Actually, she coudlnt be more thankful.

Until one day, her whole life just took another turn.

Y/n was exhuasted. She had been working extra hard in school because of her exams. English, and History exams were for tomorrow and she had no time to study. It wasn't a big surprise that she had brought both of her school bags to work. She had asked her boss, Ms.McCarthy if she could work a late shift today. Ms.McCarty had nothing wrong with this, but she was worried for the poor girls health. She was getting skinnier by the moment, bags began forming around her eyes. She had a few scratch marks here and there, but were hidden by her long waitress, work clothing. Ms.McCarthy had asked one of her older workers, Jamie, to look after y/n. He had agreed without hesitation. Ms.McCarthy wasn't the only one worried it seemed, because her other employees would be asking about y/n. ''It's not my business, nor is it yours.'' she would just shrug. Ms.McCarty had finished ordering some fresh eggs, and milk for tomorrow's cakes and so she went off home. Unlike most bosses, she was apart of the whole store. She visited daily, she was kind and very polite. As time went by, y/n got more and more discouraged, and began flying though all of the pages of her books. Jamie was one of the bakers, and being the nice man he was, he made a y/n a sandwich out of what was left in the staff fridge. ''I'm not hungry - Thanks Jamie'' was all she said. Her exams were driving her up the wall, taking each bit of attention form her. For hours she didn't move. She didn't go to the toilet, get a drink, take a rest, anything. Jamie wouldn't take this. He wasn't going to let y/n starve to death so he made a deal with her. ''If I make you two more sandwiches- and you eat all three, I will help you study. Sound like a plan?'' Y/n nodded. This was the only way she could get good advice on studding yet it was an opportunity for a small break. Jamie went back into the staff kitchen, making two more sandwiches. Y/n was waiting as quiet as a mouse, nomming on her first sandwich. She devoured it after one bite, she was truely hungry. During schooltime at lunch, she was studing. She was determent to reach her dream job, she wasn't an A+ student, and never was. It was her goal to become that student. The smart one, the genius. She didn't possibly care if she'd get picked or jugded on for it. It was her goal, and thats that. Jamie came back whislting, holding a plate with more than two sandwiches. Y/n's jaw dropped and Jamie chuckled to her reaction. He shrugged his shoulders, ''I lied'' he laughed about, walking over to y/n and sitting across from her. As there was no one other than y/n and Jamie in the store this late, they both decided to have a little break. The other workers had scattered, and the streets were clear. It didn't seem like anyone would be coming for a cake anytime soon, but they still didn't shut down. ''Now- eat more than five and I'll help you!~'' joyfully Jamie teased. Y/n groaned and finished up them sandwiches. Jamie helped her with one, he hummed to the sound of his chewing. Much to his delight, his wife had called him, telling him it was urgent. ''Sorry y/n. I wasn't letting you die. Or ever.'' he smiled, taking the plate back to the staff kitchen. When he came back out, y/n was back to studying. ''Will you close up? I'd do it, but apparently my wife needs me. I'm sorry, y/n.'' He was truely sorry, but y/n had no problem and swated a hand in the air, signalling him to go. Jamie chuckled and left with a big ''Goodbye!!~'' As time went by and by, she got even more crabbed. She couldn't understand half of the things, which was terrible. She tried taking deep breaths, closing her eyes and counting to ten. But nothing worked.

Fastly enough, y/n had fallen asleep. Not noticing the two late costomers.

The two late customers were both male, tall and mysterious. They're faces where covered by a vast amount of their hair, blown that direction by the howling wind outside, with hail accompanying it. They were both wearing hoodies, one yellow, the other orange. They both looked around, waiting for assistance, not noticing the sleeping girl at the back of the store. They strolled around, looking around, drooling at all what was left of the cakes behind the glass. 'This one- This one!' The male with the yellow hoodie pointed at a cheesecake slice. The other one sighed, 'Anyone working this late?' he called out, peering around. He shuffled to the back, when he'd noticed the teenage girl, sleeping with her saliva covering her books and face. He glanced at the sight, then chuckled. 'Hey, Masky! This lad looks like you. Remember you studying your ass off?' he mocked, while the other boy with the yellow hoodie steadily walked over beside him. 'I didn't have boobs then- did I Hoodie?' he hissed, looking at his friend. The two male's attention quickly snapped back to y/n, as she had just woken up from her slumber. She groaned, with her eyes still shut; she used her hand to clear away the sticky, warm slobber off her face. The two males eagle eyed her, watching her every move. She yawned and stretched, while opening her eyes once she'd finished. She rubbed her eyes, 'Can she see us?' asked the male in the orange hoodie. The yellow hoodied one shrugged, while y/n spun her head up to look at the males. 'M-my apologies!' She stuttered from lack of courage. Y/n quickly sat up, and pushed her books aside. She pushed past the males, working her way up to the back of the store; behind the cash-register. The two -what seemed- teenagers, got on with it. They turned back to the selection of cakes, taking their time to choose. Y/n got curious as she could she no faces on either males. The lighting in the store wasn't the best either; due to the weather. Y/n glared at the orange hoodied male, but he handn't noticed, as he was checking out other types of cakes. He had some, mysterious black glow, nothing normal. He turned, looking at y/n, catching her staring at him. He chuckled, 'It's just a mask', and so, he brushed his hair away, revealing the black glow. Two big dark red dots, resembling eyes, then, a crookied frown which looked sown, into a frown. The yellow hoodied one watched, then swept his hair to the sides. He was also wearing a mask- but totally different compared to the orange hoodied males. He had a spotless white mask, with his 'eyes', a deep, rich black with a little bit of fancy in it. He had the tiniest mask mouth, which looked more like a ladies, more than anything. Y/n took her time glaring at both of their masks, but then curiosity silently took over her. 'I'm sorry sir's, but may I ask why you need the mas-'' Out of no where, the dim light started flickering in the store.

And soon, it shut completly off, including the street lamps, and the other shop lights in veiw.