Behind the Fake Smile *completed*

Behind the Fake Smile Cp8

It was a typical Monday afternoon and I walked home by myself, Michael and I weren't talking any more. It was mainly because he punched Adam but even though he hasn't said sorry yet, I've forgotten all about it. What really annoys me is that he still wouldn't tell my why he did it. If it was for me then why can't I know the reason?

I walked in the house and was greeted by people talking in the front room, I closed the door and as soon as I did, all talking stopped. I walked slowly towards the front room and opened the door. Mum and dad stood up, beaming. I looked around the room, they were accompanied by two other people, both in their teenage years.

"What's going on?" I walked in the room.

"Meet your new brother and sister. Say hello to them," mum smiled.

"Hi," I waited for a reply that never came. "I guess you got the adoption thing sorted."

My mum nodded.

"Cool, I'll be in my room." My mum frowned at me. I ignored it and walked in my bedroom and changed into my pyjamas and started on last minute homework. About five minutes later, someone knocked on my door. "Yeah?" I asked.

"Can I come in?" A low voice replied through the white door.

"Sure," I said not looking up from my homework. The door opened and closed softly. I looked up and saw a tall lanky figure looking back at me with hazel eyes almost covered by black hair. "Erm, do you want to sit down?" I asked moving my worksheets so that he was able to sit on the bed. He sat down on the furthest corner and looked at his feet. "So what's your name?" I asked hoping to make conversation.

"John," he said quietly.

"Ok, hello John nice to meet you. Who's the girl downstairs?"

He shrugged.

I nodded slowly. "Are you starting the same school as me?"

John nodded.

"When do you start?"

He shrugged. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to tell him to try and make conversation or get out.

"Looking forward to it?"

He shrugged.

I looked back down at my work. If he didn't want to talk to me then fine, he's going to break out of his shell sooner or later and I'm not going to coax him out of it with a packet of malteasers.

"So what are you doing?" He attempted to read my worksheets upside down.

What? It actually worked?

"Oh, just English homework, nothing exciting." I shrugged although I have to admit, I was quite surprised to see him trying to make conversation.

"Let's have a look," before I could say anything, a pale arm with several beaded bracelets reached out and took the worksheet. He began reading.

"Ah, Of Mice and Men."

"You know it?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, got a decent grade in it."

"What did you get?" I asked interested.

"So you're in year ten I'm guessing," he changed the subject and being oblivious as I am, I didn't even realise it.

I nodded. "What year are you in?"

"Eleven," he gave me back my worksheet and stood up. "I'll see you later," he smoothed down his white and red top with the word love branded across his chest in black writing.