Insincere Veneer

|Chapter 13|

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|Chapter 13|

   "Elizabeth! You didn't tell me you had a gorgeous friend called Eleanor!" Mom exclaimed, smiling widely at Eleanor.

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!

What should I do? What should I do?!

Act quickly, you idiot. You're staring at Eleanor like she's an alien, my conscience mocked me.

   One thing I hate about my conscience is that she's always right. She's just this annoying, inner voice in me that only mocks me and proves me wrong and stupid every freaking time.

"Oh, hey, Eleanor!" I slowly make my way towards my lovely guest. With gritted teeth, I extended a hand for her to shake and said, "It's great seeing you here!"

   Eleanor, however, decided to ignore my hand and envelope me in a tight embrace, which gave me the opportunity to rudely yet quietly ask her, "What the freak are you doing here?"

"We haven't worked on our assignment in a while, so I thought I'd come over," Eleanor told me with a smile.

"Well, kids, I'll leave you to it!" Mom chirped before entering the kitchen.

   I pointed to the living room before heading there, Eleanor following behind me. The moment my feet felt the soft carpet beneath me, I took a sharp turn and faced the devil behind me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?" I whispered/shouted at her. Eleanor's eyebrows rose as her arms folded across her chest.

"What are you wearing, huh?" she said, chuckling.

Oh my God, I forgot I'm wearing a freaking fairy costume!

"Shut up. Don't change the subject," I fired at her.

"I told you, I'm here to work on the assignment we've been given. We've only worked on it once until now. We still haven't analyzed and written how Bary reacts to things and bla bla bla," she explained.

"You have to leave now. I'll come over tomorrow and we can work on it," I said after sighing in frustration. My fingers drew circles on my temple as I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down.

"Really? What will your mom say, now that you're going to kick me out of your house?" She evilly smirked at me.

She's awfully right.

   If Eleanor leaves this minute, Mom will be confused for why she did. She'll start asking many questions, now that she thinks Eleanor is my friend.

Oh, dear.

   Eleanor's not welcomed here, at least not by me. It's my private life that she's invading. The way I act in front of my family is way different than the way I act in front of everyone else. She can't know that. She can't see the real me. The person hiding behind the mask I'm putting on.

   You're wearing a freaking pink tutu on. Not to mention the wand you're currently holding and your pink ballerina shoes. Don't you think you've already hinted that you aren't really a dark, mysterious person? My conscience taunted me yet again.

"Fine, follow me," I said, groaning and making my way up the stairs.

   I entered Sophia's room as Eleanor followed in tow.