I met a ghost once ,a pale 16 year old girl .Her cheeks stained by tears ,her eyes so dry. The make-up hid most of the tear drops but failed to account for all.

Each word ,was a scream for help. "I am great" she said ."Never been better" ."Am Alright" .I stopped bothering to ask, why should I ? Her name was Julia. Julia cut herself several times but her friends never spotted the scars. It took a simple handshake to grasp those lines.

I tell ya, she's pretty good with masking ,she wore it so well and convinced everyone that she were fine, okay maybe not everyone .What the heck, Julia had friends and still felt lonely ,Julia was loved and still. Eyy she was a teen more of them are. I've seen several Julia's.