Embrook is good at lying. She hates how she's good at it. She's good at faking. She hates how she's good at that, too. But she can't stop. Not when she wants everyone to be happy. She acts like a happy, cheerful girl but in reality, she's sad and depressed.
I walked home by myself, trying to look happy. My fake smile crossed my face, and I waved at some people I knew at school. There were many people walking home, just to get exercise and fresh air. Inside, my head felt dizzy and sick (it always does) but I just kept on smiling.
"Hey, Embrook! I've been looking for you."
I turned around to see my step-sister, Aradell.
We got her from an adoption center, she'd been there a long time. When my younger sister died when she was 4 weeks old, my parents were so sad, they decided to adopt a child. We expected and wanted a younger girl or boy, but instead, when we saw sad Aradell, we adopted her instead. I miss my younger sister, Ellie. Well, odds to odds, she was older than me, but now, she's happy. I'm glad about that. I laugh, a fake laugh that everyone thinks is real.
"Well, you found me now, Aradell!"
Then, I took off, giggling. I hated how I was good at pretending to be perfectly alright, I hated it. But I did it because I wanted everyone to be happy. Aradell chased me until we reached our house. We took off our shoes, still laughing and panting for air.
"Cadey's coming today." Aradell said.
Cadey was Aradell's best friend.
Now, here's something odd: people call me friendly, but I don't have any friends. Which makes me sadder than I usually am. But I smile anyway.
"Alrighty!" I reply. I go to my room, set down my backpack, and open it. I take out the notebook I bring almost everywhere, and open it. Inside, I call it my diary. I write poems and paragraphs in it, about my feelings. I hide it from the world, afraid they'd know my real self. I went to a fresh, blank, new page. I wrote,
I live in a world
that's blind, that is deaf
They do not see
the lies in my eyes
I hope one day I will make a new friend
But today
It was just doom
and sadness
I try to make
everyone happy
But it means
I am the sad one
I do my best
But no ones understands
What the tears mean
They think I am perfectly fine
They think I am an angel
But I am not even one percent glory
I do not
want anyone to see
that I am
Not really me
I put down my pencil. I decided to finish it later. There was a knock on the door, and the next thing I knew, Cadey and Aradell were laughing and pretending to slap each other. I couldn't bear it any longer. I went to my room and tried not to cry. Everyone thought I was happy. But I wasn't. Then, tears leaked from my eyes. They slid smoothly down my cheek, and plopped down on the ground. I watched as they barely missed my feet. I tightened my fists, then relaxed them. I repeated the method until I felt calm again. I wiped my tears and walked outside, a big, fat, fake smile stamped across my stupid face.
"Oh, hello Embrook!" Cadey greeted me, smiling.
"Hi, Cadey!" I greeted back, with my fake smile.
When Cadey and Aradell went to the living room, I sighed.
'This is gonna be a long day.' I thought.
