[ 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...
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