The Lying Games: Chresanto August (A Roc Royal Love Story)

1| Hiding Behind Broken Glass

[ Chenya Quinton]

I sat in my room in the phone with best friend Annabelle, with my pencil in hand. Writing in my journal. A warm Friday, fall evening after school. Annabelle was going on and on about her boyfriend Marvin. They were one of the cutest couples in the school.

I sat and listened, thinking cautiously of what my writing would consist of today. My days were pretty normal until I got home. I had to dodge the paparazzi, who attacked my mother and I constantly. I managed to stay out of the cameras and easy from the paparazzi. So it made it easier to survive public school.

Unlike other kids of famous celebrities, I rather attend public school then private so I wouldn't be around the prissy, sassy, rude kids that walked around the halls of the private schools. I didn't want to deal with the drama that came with being famous. I wanted to be a regular kid.

"Chenya, Do you think Marvin and I will be together for forever ?" She asked.

"Of course, Marvin loves you, Anny." I replied before putting the end of my pencil in between my teeth. Trying to come up with a poem to write. Then it came. The perfect idea for a poem :

Four Kinds of Liars

There are four kinds of liars.

There are the liars who

Weave and plot their lies

And plan everything out:

Even the minuscule

And barely noticeable.

They pinpoint every detail

Down to what words

They emphasize

Or when to take a pause.

There are the liars who

Throw false prophesies

Into the faces

Of the gullible and believing.

These are the people

Whose rumors

Are larger than

The mouth they came out of.

There are liars who

Only let the

Little white lies

Seep through the cracks

Of the truth.

They only twist the little details

Hoping for a haughty laugh

Or a few tears.

The fourth type of liar is the saddest of all.

This is the liar that lies to themselves.

The kind that fills their minds

With false hopes

And who fill their hearts

With empty promises.

The most burdensome type of liar,

The loneliest of all.

They are the people who cannot

Deal with reality

So they decide to change

What they see

And live in denial.

I am the the first type.

My mother is Alicia Keys. I knew that if anyone found out they'd just use me like tissue and throw me away when I'm useless to them. So I remain a normal child. No one would ever figure out anyway. We look nothing alike. I'm adopted anyway. My father was a drunk and my mother was always high. We ended up getting evicted and I was put in foster care until Ms. Alicia adopted me. My mother was killed a few months ago after she sobered up. She never paid three money she owed for her drug usage. Anyway school is average. The kids are annoying but there's one boy that has my attention... Chresanto August. He'd never notice me though so why bother...