Behind the Fake Smile *completed*

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The Doctors later took a blood sample to see which Type diabetes I had, turns out that I had Type One diabetes. They gave me two types of injections: short acting insulin and an intermediate acting insulin and both of them were given in the form of disposable insulin pens which I had to bin once used.

I had to visit the nurse where she explained the whole thing to me like I was three years old and had trypanophobia. It took all my self restraint not to roll my eyes and tell her that any idiot can use a needles. If heroin drug addicts can do it even when they're high, then so can I.

The only outcome from this whole thing that was actually in my favour, was that my mum let me have another week from school. I told her that I wanted to get used to the routine of injecting myself all the time but I didn't to 'adjust' to my new condition. I just didn't want to face school because if I go to school then I'm going to answer some questions that's going to become pretty redundant faster than Krusty the Clown's jokes.

Michael continued his visits after school but he doesn't know of my diabetes. It's not that I have anything to be ashamed because I know that he'd just give me pity and I can't stand that.

I sat on the sofa next to mum and she greeted me with a warm smile.

"Dinner's in half an hour," she stroked my hair. I shrugged her off, I hate people touching me. She knows that and she won't stop doing it. Apparently, it's fun irritating me. "Have you got your injection?"

I nodded and showed her the disposable pen.

"Short term?" she asked.

I nodded and with that she left with a final tap on my head. I took the remote, lay on the sofa and began watching The Simpsons. When the adverts played, dinner was ready so I made my way in the kitchen and took my plate in the front room to eat shortly followed by mum.

"You need to stab yourself now," mum reminded me.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've got it," I placed the food down on the floor, slouched in the sofa, lifted my top so I could insert the needle in my abdomen. I felt a small prick and felt the liquid flow from the needle into me. Slowly I took out the the pen, pulled my top back down and began eating.

"It's getting easier isn't it?" she asked me. I nodded with a mouthful of fish fingers. "That's good, you can go back to school tomorrow then can't you?" she grinned at me. "I mean you can't keep skipping days and bless Michael's little soul... he's been coming here and tutoring you when he's in year eleven. He needs to concentrate on his exams and coursework and schoolwork and everything," mum waffled on.

"Don't worry, I'll give Michael a thank you card or something. When I go back to school I'm going to do everything like everything's normal."

"Everything is normal Anna, don't let something small like this change your life."

"I know."

"You are going to tell your friends aren't you?" she asked.

"What friends?" I scoffed.

"Well Michael, Lydia, Lucas and Emma."

"I've stopped talking to them."

"Why?" She stared at me through her dark brown orbs which I had inherited.

I shrugged and returned my gaze to the tv again. I knew she wouldn't drop it, she insists that as a mother she has the right to know everything about me and my life, even what I had for lunch. Normally I don't mind but when I don't want to talk about something, she tries to make me talk about it more. Needless to say, it irritates me pretty quickly.

"You must know Anna," she frowned.

"Alas mother, I do not. What I do know is that I'm missing the episode and half the cheesy gags," I rolled my eyes and prayed that she drops the subject. Thankfully, she did.