I opened up the backyard door letting in a cool evening breeze the wind felt nice against my puffy red face i have been crying for the past hours. I know its pathetic for a seventeen year old to cry but i was always emotional.
My parents decide that we were moving.
To Maine they said its to start a new life, that its for the best, that it will be a great opportunity for us all. I can see the lies in there eyes. I know it is all a cover up of something they think I'm incapable of handling.
Unlike them I was aways able to lie better than I told the truth I don't know where they came from its as if I have lists and lists of lies in my head waiting for a chance to be used, whenever the truth is wanted to be kept a secret a perfect lie is always there.
I didnt have a lie to cover how i felt about moving though.i was clearly mad at my parents for making this decision without me. Its not the first big decision they made without me though i schould get used to it but it seems i never can.
