Behind the Fake Smile *completed*

Behind the Fake Smile Cp21

Monday morning. I knew it would come no matter how much I tried to avoid it. When my parents came home last night, I ran to my room and pretended to be asleep. If they see the scratch on my face, hell will break loose. Even if it's shallow- which it is- they'd still flip the lid at me.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and traced over the scratch with an index finger, I couldn't help but smirk. It didn't hurt at all. It didn't when she first did it and it didn't after it happened. The bruise on my stomach was gone now thankfully. It was pretty ugly having a random blue-green splodge (that's what it looked like) on your stomach.

Maybe it's good that people will treat me differently in school, they'll no longer see me as a pathetic little squirrel that will run and hide away at a loud noise. They won't feel the need to treat me as if I was so delicate and easy to break. But they might end up thinking that I was more of a crazy little idiot than they first did.

I went to the kitchen and poured myself some Orange Juice, hiding my face with my hair as much as I could. I turned around and walked into my mum. Eyes wide, I stared at her suddenly unable to move.

"Anna! Move your damn hair out of your face before I cut if all off-" she brushed my hair away from my face and saw the scratch. She stopped mid-sentence and glared at me. "What. Happened," it wasn't even a question but a statement.

"What do you think?" I scoffed, luckily I was pretty good at lying otherwise I'd be so screwed if she found out that I was involved in a fight. She doesn't even know about what I did at Pizza Hut!

"You got into a fight." Again, not a question but a statement. She stared at me, scrutinising every aspect of my face for any hint of lying.

"Really?" I forced myself to let out a convincing laugh that I've perfected over the years. "Don't be stupid,"I shook my head, still laughing. "I was a bit out of it and John wanted a sandwich and I had to cut the cheese with a knife and I ended up shouting at John for....well I can't remember what for....but I was shouting at him and scratched my face with the knife accidently," I shrugged.

Oh go me and my ability to make some believeable bullcrap.

"Why did you use a knife to make him a sandwich?" she raised her eyebrow. "You don't even make him a sandwich when you're sober!"

Yes mother, buy into my lie!

"Well I can't exactly cut cheese with a spoon," I rolled my eyes. "And John was blackmailing me. He said that if I didn't make him a sandwich then he would give me a huge wedgie in front of everyone and I had already embarressed myself once when it first started by falling over. I didn't want to embarress myself again," I shrugged and chuckled lightly. "John and Lizzie can't remember a thing about my slicing my cheek, they were more out of it than I was."

I walked away heading to school before shouting my goodbye to mum. If I get out now then she won't bother questioning me after school. She was going to ask John and Lizzie regardless of my convincing lie but they'd just tell her that they don't know. All my bases were covered.

You probably think that I'm some sort of low life for lying to my mum but you don't know her like I do. She looses it completely when someone harms someone she cares about. I guess she's like me like that now that I think about it.

When I was about seven years old, I was being bullied by this guy in my class so I told the teacher. The teacher just shrugged the whole thing off and basically told me to grow some balls. I was pretty angry because he kept doing it and, oh god was he the most irritating thing to crawl this Earth. In the end, I hit him over the head with my school bag and he got a nasty bruise on his eye the next day. His mum came in and complained and then my mum found out about the whole thing and screamed at the teacher for not sorting the guy out in the first place.