What Happens to LIARS

WHTL. Chapter 1

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life sound interesting.” – The Alchemist. 

Hi, my name is Sarah Jessica Comins; or at least that’s the name my mother and father gave me.

 Right now I am going to give you a brief look into my real life before I start telling you how I came to cover it all up with lies.

I have brown hair, hazel eyes, and pail-ish skin.  

I am an only child; I live with my father, my grandparents, and one of my uncles.

We are all squished into a three bedroom house on the fourth floor of an apartment complex.

I’m not going to lie, a lot of the time it is stressful to not be with my mom most nights, but by shoving my feelings away and pretending not to care helps a lot.

My dad gambles way too much and is a heavy smoker. 

My mom is an alcoholic and currently homeless (which is the reason I don’t live with her.)

I have self-esteem issues and sometimes have a short temper but in public and around my friends I am known as the nice funny one.

I don’t think I am pretty and when I look in the mirror the only two words I can think of are ugly and fat.

I love to sing

but only in private

and I stress about my future much more then I should.

Phew, there the hardest part is over…admitting to myself how crappy my life is.

Now, I can proceed in telling all of you eager readers why this story I am writing is called What Happens to Liars because so far, I have not lied to you once or told you any of the stupid mistakes I have made.

            When I entered into the eighth grade last year in 2010…I came in with a huge secret that only I was aware of. I was pretending to be someone else online.

            The whole thing was very harmless at first, or so I thought.

The idea was to talk to some cute guys online...maybe some flirting...maybe become friends…bla. bla. bla.

Just something I wanted to do to boost up my confidence for a while.

Is that such a bad thing to want to do?

            So with my genius computer skills and hours of googiling I found a way to easily get fake pictures from one of my friends Facebook pages.

            Ahhh, Emma Barrington. What a beautiful name, what a sweet name. I hate this name.

 Emma Barrington; a Facebook friend of mine.

Emma Barrington; a person in my eighth grade homeroom.

Emma Barrington; The owner of the locker that stood next to mine.

Emma Barrington; (hate to admit it) a really pretty girl.

Emma Barrington; my new face.

            It was quite easy actually; copy, paste, and upload.

 In less than an hour I was now Sarah Rolland (I made up the last name). And it felt good to be pretty for once.

            Every night after coming home from the sad world that was the real me, I would shut my door, power up the computer and feel alive again.

Feel pretty.

Feel genuinely happy.