My Painted On Smile

PERFECT

I am perfect. My life is perfect. Or so it seems. I'm Piper. Only child, lots of friends, good student, and what you could call the average 16 year old girl. People consider me popular. I don't understand why though. It's definitely not the looks. Not the attitude because I am actually pretty shy. My guess is it's my so called friends. Pretty, outgoing, skinny, and basically everything I am not. But somehow I got in the group.
Anyways, my life is NOT perfect in anyway. My mom commited suicide after she found out the love of her life, my father, was cheating on her. I was torn apart. I didn't talk for a month. Therefore, I lost all contact with my real friends that summer. They didn't even know. How could they if I didn't tell them. Two weeks before school started my dad, his new girlfriend, and I moved out of our house in southern Jersey to a small town called Bearover which is just outside Atlanta.
"Why is it so small?" Mecca, my dads girlfriend asked.
"Is five bedrooms not enough, Mecca?" I said annoyed. Mecca is a 22 year old woman who is way too young for my dad and was spoiled rotten as a child. Honestly, I sometimes find it hard to believe that she is older than me. The house was beautiful, but when I walked in, there was no furniture which reminded I had to start fresh. Show Bearover who I am. Or who I want them to see.