Behind the Fake Smile *completed*

Behind the Fake Smile Cp4

My phone violently vibrated against my bedside table waking me up. I opened my eyes a little bit and glared at the phone vibrating, it'll stop soon and then I can go back sleep.

I waited for what seemed like ages before finally deciding that the phone wasn't going to stop having a fit on my table any time soon. Reluctantly, I stood up and switched the alarm off with my eyes half open and dragged my feet to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I frowned at my eye-bags, they were getting heavier but I couldn't stop.

I loved staying up awake at night. It's a lot better than the morning. I find the peace soothing rather than eerie, the night sky was usually covered with stars where I lived because we didn't really have much light pollution because we lived on the outside of the city. The night sky was a gorgeous colour: sometimes grey, sometimes dark blue but never black like people think it usually is. Whenever we had a full moon, it would hang casually in the sky watching the uneventful suburbs.

I wiped the dried drool (yeah, I'm that attractive) from the corner of my mouth and freshened up before applying light mascara and eyeliner, I would never put foundation or concealer on. I'm a night-owl and I liked to embrace it. You can either like it or lump it.

I left the bathroom, changed and went to the kitchen for some Orange Juice. I still had three quarters of an hour before the bell rang and considering it only took twenty minutes maximum to get to school, I decided to watch some TV.

Why the hell did I put my alarm on this early?!

Mum and dad came downstairs, they didn't look like they had a full bed rest either. I smiled at them before continuing to watch the TV. They sat beside me.

"I think you should go school now Anna," mum said softly.

"I've got plenty of time left, relax." I smiled at them.

"But they might come early to interview you."

I groaned internally.

"Ok," reluctantly, I stood up and switch the TV off. I still had half an hour to kill so I decided to walk slowly and take in the crisp morning, for some reason, I felt sick. I felt ill. I held my head, I just realised what I had to do.

I had to go in for an interview.

An interview that I haven't prepared for.

One that I haven't even thought properly about.

I remembered what my mum said yesterday: "Just be yourself and please don't say anything that might make us look like bad parents" It all depended on me, mum and dad would have each other for moral support but who would I have? I had no best friend nor did I have someone to confide in. I guess I had Michael but I don't want to tell him, I hardly knew the guy! I sighed to myself, I guess it's just another thing that I keep to myself.

Michael caught up with me soon after.

"Hey."

"Hi," I forced myself to smile. I never liked to socialise when I had something important on my mind or something that I needed to concentrate on. I could have used this opportunity to think about what I could say to potential questions that they could ask me.

"What's on your mind?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

I shrugged. "Nothing to concern you."

He walked in front of me, making me stop walking. "Anna, I know I haven't known you for a long time but even I can tell when somethings bothering you. If I can tell so can your friends."

"My friends," I scoffed. "My friends won't care about what's happened to me nor will they care about my thou-" I stopped and shook my head surprised at my outburst. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have unloaded that on you."