It's Terribly Perfect.

1. It's Terribly Perfect: Secret's Out.

A/N ~ This story needs major editing. I was 13/14 when I wrote it so there's so many issues with sentence structure, grammatical errors, the overuse of curse words tbh, and countless other silly problems, but I'm working on rewriting now (the first few chapters are where it's the worst, it gets better as it goes though).
Thanks so much for reading though! Don't forget to comment/vote if you wanna and let me know what you think! x
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The morning light peeks through my curtains, flooding into my room and I cover my face with a pillow to block it. I curse under my breath as I'm forced to face the reality of yet another day. I can't hide in my bedroom forever.

At least that's what my mom says.

I swing my legs to the side of the bed, stumbling a bit as I stand and step over to the body-length mirror across my room. I scan over myself as I shake out the dark waves of hair falling to the mid of my back. Yawning, I try to keep my deep blue eyes open though the rest of me begs to go back to the warm, loving comfort of my bed.

"Kasynne, breakfast!" I hear my mother call. Huffing out a breath, I slump out my door and down the stairs in my polka dot pajamas.

When I enter the kitchen, she's turning over an omelet while tucking back a lock of her light blonde hair. I walk to the table where my little brother sits, and smile at him. He manages one back at me with too much struggle.

Ever since he found out about my . . . dilemma, he hasn't looked at me the same as before. Neither has my mother, but Tyler's different. He'd been my best friend even before our parents had first started to fight when I seven and he was five. Even though he is two years younger than me, he'd always taken care of me.

But ever since the thing happened, it's been too different, too awkward.

"Kasynne, are you going to sit down?" my mother's gentle voice pulls me from my thoughts, her emerald eyes blankly looking at me. I hadn't realized I was staring at Tyler for as long as I had, so I quickly avert my gaze, shuffling to the seat in front of my omelet.

"We should probably call the doctor today," my mother mumbles as she finishes her cooking. "To make an appointment and such"

"I have school," I reply, taking a large bite of my breakfast, my tongue burning as I chew. She looks over at me from across the kitchen, her expression now weary.

"About that," she begins, "I don't think you should go to your school anymore. You can get a GED, or be homeschooled. They even have online courses nowadays, dear. You really shouldn't-"

"Mom," I interrupt, "nobody else knows what happened. Just us, Luke and Arin." She looks at me for a second before Tyler jumps up, slamming his fists down on the white dining table. I flinch.

"You can't go!" he shouts at me. "They'll all find out, Kayse. All of them! And it's not just you who's going to get harassed about it, okay? Because I'm your brother I will, and Luke will too!" His face is red as he seethes; now looking everywhere else except for in my eyes. It takes me a minute, to process his words. I hang my head, fiddling with my thumbs as my breathing becomes shaky.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "This isn't my fault though, Tyler."

"Yes," he bites back harshly, his teeth gritted together, "it is. You didn't have to go that night." He storms out the front door after spouting off the words he's held back.

I feel my eyes stinging, tears threatening to escape and make me look like a baby. A hand is placed on my shoulder. I shoot out of the chair, recoiling away from the touch. I turn to see my mother, her arm falling back to her side. She frowns.