A smile. An emotion that can mean so much. The number one reason is happiness. But smiles can also hide what emotion you're really feeling inside. Sometimes you smile so your friends know you're okay, your teachers, your family. A smile is a secret. If you hold a secret for so long smiling becomes a daily habit. The biggest lie people say nowadays is "I'm fine" then they put on that smile and live the rest of their lives hiding behind that smile. That's my life.
Hi my name is Scarlett and I'm a professional smiler. Sure that's not a real profession but to me it is. I got so good at it no one knows anything is wrong. When in reality I'm broken down inside. Broken beyond repair. Between school, family and friends it's getting harder and harder to smile.
My mom is pressuring me to do better in school so I can get a good job and be perfect like her. I know she just wants the best for me but she can lay off a little.
My dad can never keep a job I personally think hes trying to get my mom mad. He's never home between drinking, finding a job and hanging with his kids I don't think he knows I'm alive. Sure you have that dilemma of me not being his daughter but I have feelings like the next person.
My step-sister hates me. Were sisters between our mom but we have different dads. She tries to bring me down ever chance she gets. I think my older brother is the only one in my family who cares about me which I am very thankful for.
My friends always try to help me but you can't help someone when you don't know what's wrong with them they only know about my sister.
Last there's my "boyfriend" Doesn't everyone have boyfriend troubles? I've tried to leave him plenty of times but he's abusive. I've already got hurt enough. I've tried to tell my friends but he told me to not tell anyone and every time I try he's always there standing near listening. I don't want to find out what happens if I tell someone. So I'll suck it up until I get strong enough to leave him.
I'm writing this because if the worst ever happens I want at least someone to know what was really behind that smile I painted on my face everyday.
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My Life
Ficção AdolescenteWhat happens when you have to balance a mom who keeps pressuring you to do a better job in school so you can grow up and be perfect, a step dad that barley knows you exist, a half sister who can careless about you, the only one who seems to care in...
