Fringe"How can you see out of those?""Not that hard, although I make sure they're thin enough so I can see you everyday.""But aren't they bothersome? Tickle your nose? Get in your mouth? Hinder your ability to attack?""Nope, nope, nope and NOPE."Lorena eyed her best friend Michael curiously. She had always found him strange, but he was a good guy. To add to the strange personality he had an odd look about him too.He was pale, the white of an albino, his hair, adding to the pale skin, was as white as a healthy cloud in the sky. He was always wearing a hood of some kind, loose fitting pants and tennis shoes. All dark colored which made his