The rays of the bright sun felt harsh on my paled skin. I had lost the slight tan that had turned my fair skin a bit golden. I had been at school, focusing on catching up to the places that my peers were at. The year had felt like a steep mountain climb, only to reach the top and find out it was only a hill. Mummy encouraged me, and told me that colleges would accept me if I detailed my losses in an application letter.
She lied.
Universities would accept me because of Granddad's hefty donations. Possibly even on behalf of the Sinclair name.
That was the truth for us, for our family. There is no error, there will be no rejection letters. There is only ways around failure.
"Cadence. Do you want me to serve you your pasta?" Mummy held the dish and a large stack of china plates lay to her left.
"No," I responded. "I'm not very hungry right now."
She gave me a stern look, but turned away. I didn't have an appetite at all. It sounds cliché, but I was far too distracted.
Granddad strode in soon after. "Should I call everyone in for the meal?" He asked.
"Absolutely," Mummy replied. I knew that that meant I would have to go ahead and eat a plate as well.
Family poured into the space and when the seats had been filled, Granddad raised a glass.
"To our family, to the Sinclairs!" Glasses began to clink and the sound filled the room. Despite the acknowledgment of family, most of us knew that Granddad wasn't a family person. He was a perfection person. He was a no-error person. And as long as the Sinclairs were perfect, Granddad was a Sinclair.
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Dead, Not Gone (A "We Were Liars" Fanfiction)
Fanfiction{Warning: Contains Massive Spoilers For E. Lockhart's Novel 'We Were Liars'; Do Not Read If You Have Not Finished The Book} Cadence is gripping life again. Her mother celebrates knowing that her hallucinations are gone, she's found a new love intere...
