The Best At Faking It

Chapter 1: Emma

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I was painting in my art room when the sound of my dad voices catching my attention. Mainly because he's almost never home.

Dad had spent his life making a strong and great reputation as lawyer. His work was about 4 hours away from home so he usually stayed in one of his condos by his job. He makes allot of money. Me and my brother Cyrus get what ever we want most of the time out of guilt. He makes sure our life is easy going.

By the tone in his voice I could tell something's wrong. I walked to the house by the door that led straight to the kitchen and stood outside the door. I could see dad's face tomato red and his expression was in utter disappointment.

That tells me my brother did something wrong. My brother Cyrus was one year older than me and the most funniest and handsomest brother ever. It's odd because he's one the coolest kids in school in fact he's the best football player at the school and I'm a nobody. He has prettiest girl as his girlfriend her names Lizzie. She was a fake in my eyes but whatever makes him happy.

Him and dad didn't always get along. So I'm assuming this is one of those times.

I see Cyrus face lit up in anger. "Dad you can't tell me what to do all the time I'm almost 18!" He yells loudly.

My dad rubs his forehead I can tell he was getting antagonized "And you've already wrecked two cars and nearly burned down the house." dad said angrily.

He did reck two cars. My last car he crashed when he went through his phase of wanting to be a race car driver. The other one was his, he got drunk and ran his car into our garage. And he did almost burn down the house, he was making some eggs and forgot that he had a date with his girlfriend so he rushed out leaving the eggs on the stove.

"Those were all accidents ". Cyrus said calming his tone down when he realized they were all true.

Dad just looked a Cyrus with a blank expression.

"Dad I'm way more responsible then I was when that mess happen " he said stepping towards dad

"It's was six months ago. " he said calmly and continued. "And I know you were going through your phases."

Cyrus jaws clenched and then unclenched them. He hates it when my dad talk about his 'phases' and every time he brings them up Cyrus drops the conversation. "It's cool dad whatever."

"Just please do me a favor and think about it before miss out on your dreams" he said giving Cyrus the serious look.

"Sure dad" Cyrus said then he headed out the front door I think going to football practice. He had his football and jersey so I just put two and two together.

I walked in the door. Dad looked up and smiled "Hey there kiddo" he said giving me a hug.

I smiled "Hey old man" I said hugging him back. Then going over to the refrigerator and getting some orange juice.

"Well how's school?" He asked

"It's great!" I lied

School was the worse I am constantly being picked on. I hated school with every passion in my bones. Kingston high will be the death of me. Cyrus girlfriend Lizzie's litter sister Trisha was the absolute definition of jerk. She's the reason why I didn't like school or her sister Lizzie. Today's Sunday which means tomorrow Monday and I have to go to that death place called school.

"How's work?" I asked

"Busy"

"Like usual"

"Yeah, have you talked with your mom lately?" He asked