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MICHAEL’S DIARY

“It’s been two years since Nikki moved to Japan,” Shelly said. “It’s time for you to
move on.”

“What makes you think that I haven’t moved on?” I asked.

“Ever since Nikki moved away, you’ve spent every single weekend playing video games.”

“That doesn’t prove a thing.”

Steve, Shelly’s boyfriend handed me his phone.

“I found this teen dating app,” Steve said. “Give it a try.”

“If I do, will you two get off my back?” I asked.

“Yes,” Shelly said.

“Fine then,” I said. “I’ll give it a shot.”

The following Monday, I ate lunch with Steve and Shelly.

“I saw you texting all weekend,” Shelly said. “You found somebody on that app, didn’t
you?”

“Maybe,” I said.

“Give me the deeds!”

“Her name is Allison. She goes to Waterford Valley High. We have a few things in common. But
most importantly, we just click.”

“What does she look like?” Steve asked.

“She has long, red hair and she has a nice body,” I said. “But she never shows her face in any of her photos.”

“So, she’s a butterface.”

“Maybe. But I like her either way. I’m gonna ask her out.”

TEXT MESSAGES BETWEEN MICHAEL AND ALLISON

Michael: “I gotta ask. Why don’t you show your face on your photos?”

Allison: “I like to create an aura of mystery.”

Michael: “Well, it’s working. But what’s the real reason?”

Allison: “In grade five, when I had my school photo taken, I had this goofy grin on my face and the other kids posted it on MySpace. I haven’t been able to show my face on camera since.”

Michael: “Kids can be such bastards. Teenagers are worse. Anyway, do you want to hang out the weekend?”

Allison: “I’m working the weekend.”

Michael: “Oh. Ok.”

Allison: “But maybe we can talk on Skype, or sometime.”

Michael: “I thought you said you hate being on camera.”

Allison: “I do. But I want to get over that fear.”

Michael: “Okay. Makes sense, I guess.”

Allison: “Well, I’m going to bed. Good night.”

Michael: “Good night.”



Michael’s Diary

That Friday, Allison and I spoke on Skype, except Allison didn’t show her face. Instead, she had the camera pointed at her breasts. Not that I was complaining.

“Sorry, this is the best I can do,” Allison said.

“That’s okay,” I said. “It’s a baby step. Although, you can’t really say ‘eyes up here, mister,’ can you?”

“Yeah that’s true”

Allison and I talked for hours.

“Anyway, I’m going to bed,” Allison said.

“Me too. Good night,” I said.

“Good night.”

When I went to sleep, I had a dream where Allison and I starred in a soap opera, and I was watching that soap opera, except the camera never showed Allison’s face. It showed Allison either from behind or the neck down.

We entered the living room of a mansion.

“I can’t believe Melody and Sarah got a divorce,” Allison said.

“Same,” I said. “We all thought that they were the perfect couple. Drink?”

“Sure. I’ll have a White Russian.”

I made my way to the bar which was just behind the couch. I mixed a White Russian for Allison and she pounded it down.

“Remind me not to get into a drinking contest with you,” I said.

Allison got up from the couch. “Let’s go,” she said. That’s when the dream ended.

TEXT MESSAGES BETWEEN MICHAEL AND ALLISON

Allison: “My prom is in two weeks. Wanna come?”

Michael: “I’ll come to yours if you come to mine.”

Allison: “Sure. I’d love to! By the way, my prom is a masquerade.”

Michael: “Awesome.”

MICHAEL’S DIARY

Two weeks later, I went to Allison’s prom. I wore a black tuxedo and a black mask that went around my eyes. Allison wore a white ball gown, high heels, and a white mask that covered most of her face. I could only see her lips and her green eyes.

We started by watching slideshows.

“I suppose you’re not in any of the photos,” I said.

“Nope,” Allison said.

Allison and I danced, and she introduced me to her friends. Basically, we all had a
good time.

It was time for the last dance.

“I have a surprise for you,” Allison said as she handed me a hotel key. “Wanna go now?”

“We might as well finish the last dance.”

When the last dance was over, it was time for the unmasking. It was the moment I’ve been waiting for; the moment when I would finally see Allison’s face. Unfortunately, the power went out. The emergency lights were on, but it wasn’t enough to get really see Allison’s face. We both stood there in a very dimly lit gym and Allison was on her phone.

“We should go outside and wait for the taxi,” Allison said.

“We’re still going to the hotel?” I asked.

“Yeah, I paid a lot of my money for a room.”

Allison and I waited outside for the taxi in the dark. When the taxi arrived, its headlines briefly shined on us. I thought I would get a glimpse of Allison’s face, but she turned away from the headlines.

Less than a minute later, I was sitting the back seat of a taxi with a mysterious woman whose face I couldn’t see. But as soon as we arrived at the hotel, the power was restored and I finally got to see Allison’s face.

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