Lies

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"TRISTAN TIME FOR SCHOOL!" My caretaker yells up the stairs

i get out of bed, my long ash blonde hair following. 

i walk to the bathroom, looking at my messy face, i sigh.

"Another day hopefully a better one." I say as cheerful as I can.

first i pick up my long hair into a bun for now, plug in my curling iron and start washing my face and putting on my simple everyday makeup, I hate it but if I don't put it on people tease my freckles and bare face.

Taking my hair out of its bun I start curling it, letting it fall down my back in soft ringlets of ashy blonde. 

I look at my reflection, my shocking ice blue eyes framed by winged eyeliner and my curly ashy hair, couldn't be any better 

Walking out of the bathroom satisfied with my hair and face I put on a black sweater and a navy blue skater skirt with tights and combat boots to follow up.

"TRISTAN THE BUS IS ABOUT TO SHOW GET DOWN HERE" My caretaker yells 

taking one last look at my outfit i run downstairs to see my caretaker busy away downstairs cleaning up after her own breakfast and serving me my mango smoothie 

"Thank you caretaker its just how I like it" I say as positive as i can be sipping out the cup through a straw

"Your backpack is packed and at the door waiting for you to leave in five minutes for the bus an your father said to send his regards about leaving in such a rush you know how he is" She says running upstairs 

of course fathers leaves in a rush, always with a new woman that man.

he never stays around but claims that its the classic life of  millionaire and owner of his own company. Father never has any time anymore.

"Young lady you should be at the door. here is your phone now go i will take care of the mess." My caretaker says putting the device in my hand and showing me to the door. i grab my earbuds and walk out for the bus to pull up 

i get on the bus and head to my normal seat in the back where everyone avoids 

my house is the first and last stop, sometimes I'm  happy because no one knows I'm the little rich kid down the street

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the bus pulls up to the school and everyone gets off in a flash. but I, myself, are in no hurry to meet up with my own imaginary friends or my actual boyfriend.

"Smile honey, your always sad lately I miss that smile of yours" The bus lady, Trisha says.

"I will try Trisha, but it has been hard lately" I say and she gets up and picks up my drooping face

"Tristan I have known you since you were a baby, your a fighter remember that there is no storm to strong for you to face. I think thats how i is put these days. now give me a hug i want to see that snow white smile of yours and have a good day at school" she says pulling me in for a hug 

she has always been like a mother to me since i really dont know my own mother.

she breaks the hug and i smile up at her,

"there we go, now have a good day Tristan." she says 

"I will try, and fight for a good day bye trisha" i say walking towards the school doors 

this is part of my life

keep reading for the rest.