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picture perfect lies

unedited

Not everything is as perfect as it seems. Not even the fords.

I don't mean it as in they have little arguments and a few problems like your average family. I mean it as in they live in a desolated building each and everyone feeling alone.

you wont hear them singing by the fire at Christmas. Instead you'd find Mr fords with his other lover, Mrs fords passed out on the couch .Blake high as a kite and poor little Ms perfect alone in her room with nothing but her tears in her deep blue eyes.

No one else sees this not even them, excluding Ms perfect. Her family has even begun to believe the lies they feed to everyone else.

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Day after day its the same old routine, go to school then the library, then home. nothing changes its just a constant river of misery.  I have often wondered why god has chosen this life for me but than I've come to the conclusion that god can't be real he wouldn't let someone suffer for this and than other times I've thought that maybe god chose this life for me because I'm strong enough to live. I've believed that for the longest time.

But now things are different, I've grown up and now I understand. living is a lie.

why am I pretending to be someone I'm not why lie about who I am. but it isn't me that's lying.

I do get that there is thing you're better off keeping to yourself but when you've even brainwashed yourself into believing that your just the family everyone thrives to be you know you should just let go and realise that that's the life your living and the only way to escape that is by saving yourself. I wish that's something my parents understood. 

And I think that's something everyone in this room should understand they are moaning about things in the world that could be easily fixed. sometimes school is worse than being at home.

This is the class I hate the most. why do I need to learn about politics all I need to know is that they are corrupt. I let out a sigh and that caught the attention of the teacher.

"Yes Alexis? do you have something you'd like to add to Micah statement ?" the whole class turned towards me. why me?

" yes Mrs I do. all he has done is complain and not take action. you can't just sit there and list things that need to be changed in the world you need to take action even if it is something as small as recycling or volunteering in a homeless shelter. the little things make the greatest impact on not just us but the plant and the people in it." I rushed out as fast as I can. I hate speaking in front of the class it makes my heart race.

" I think you have a good point here. I think for now on we should start with the little thing we could turn the lights of when were not using them and we should raise awareness in the school for a charity. we'll put posters up and think of a way to raise money. any ideas?" Mrs Meyer took out her white board marker while some of the students in the class has there arms raised up in the air with a 'solution'.

Mrs Meyer picked Ross. I knew before he even opened his mouth he'd say something ridiculously stupid.

" how about we get al the girls to wash the cars." he winked as Christina, who is well the typical party girl she rolled her eyes and her attention went back to her phone that was hidden behind her book.

Mrs Meyer wasn't happy about that reply and neither was Vicki. my best friend she is a die hard feminist. she whispered into my ear.

" would I get away with it if I through him in front of a car." I stifled a laugh. Vicki is the only thing that makes school bearable but her family owns a house in France and Madrid and they'd often take trips to see them. Vicki's my only actual friend I have girls who sit with us at lunch from anyone looking from a distance you'd think were a big group of friends and that's what I tell my self. I'm just as bad as the rest of my family.

I didn't pay much attention for the rest of the day. I went to lunch ate the same thing I always do. went to my other classes. than spent a few hours in the library the first few studying then on my laptop and the last hour reading.

home sweet home.

I went in like I usually do. the house was spotless not a speck of dirt in sight everything in the correct place. you wouldn't think the house is a chaotic mess not until you enter the living room. my mom sat on the coach a bottle of her favourite wine in hand and another on the table. she didn't say hello when I walked pass.

when I got the kitchen I saw my dad's phone on the kitchen table. he's obviously with his 'friend.' and I don't even want to think where Blake is.

I got an apple out of the fridge and headed into my room. I noticed a new dress on my bed. probably another business party. I held the dress up for inspection. it was baby pink with a bow on the back it was pretty but I knew if I had a say it wouldn't be what I'd where. I sat it back on the end of my bed and headed over to my reading chair. I got a new book yesterday and so far its been perfect a load of description but not enough to bore you or make you feel like the book is dragging and not too much dialogue to make it feel like a play.

I got to the second paragraph before I heard the front door open. Dads back early.

"Alexis are you home."  ugh. I walk down stairs. he stood waiting in the door way of the living room.

"There is a business function tomorrow night at 7:30. the chauffer will pic us up at 6:15. I need to get to the venue at 7:00 for a quick business meeting there's a dress on your bed I got my receptionist to pick it out for you I hope you like it." business meeting my ass.

"yes father." I nodded then mom staggered into the living room. I left neither of them said goodnight and I did either.

There voices travelled up stairs they got louder and louder. when I was younger , Blake would come in and distract me. he wont even look at me anymore.

I put in my earphones to drown out the words I've grown so accustomed to hearing, all the names and accusations. I pray that we could have one peaceful night as a family.

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