Perfect Lies

Chapter Two

I used to close my eyes and pretend this was just a dream. I imagined that I was part of a loving family who cared about me, one where I was their world and they adored me no matter what. They loved me for being me. They loved me for being Alana Fielding. As I wake up, I open my eyes to the reality that it isn't real.

I carefully pull out my clothes making sure I don't unfold anything or mess it up. My sense of fashion isn't what everyone likes and I'm okay with that. I actually don't care. I pick out dark blue denim boyfriend jeans and a black plain vest crop top to go under my green and black checked shirt.

I pull my hair into a messy plait down the side of my neck. I put on natural make up along with a silver highlight, I'm going to stand out anyway, why not look fabulous in the mean time? I add bright red lip stick that will stand out, so much for natural.

I head down the stairs towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. I can hear I'm not the only one up and ready for a change. "Can you believe it April? My crazy sister is coming to our school!" I could hear my darling sister say on the phone. Isn't she lovely?

I grab a rosy red apple from the fruit bowl on the middle of the kitchen table. "See you later". My sister finally hung up the phone. "Crazy huh? You should really expand your vocabulary. What about psychotic, freak or even nutcase? We both know the truth about that day. I suggest you shut up." I smirk. She instantly shuts up.

I shut the door behind me as I walk to school deciding to avoid the awkward car situation that I just love so much. I can hear the birds chirping happily as if there was nothing wrong in the world. I see the neighbors happily heading out to work unaware that their wives were having affairs. Marvelous isn't it?

I never can understand how people can be so unaware of what's happening around them. Surely those men with cheating wives would notice the phone calls? The constant alertness? The sneaking out? In my opinion husbands need to stay more vigilant.

The air is cold and sent a shiver down my spine. I could see the air I breathed as it hit the icy surroundings. The leaves of had the slight bite of frost which made them white and crunched as I walked on them. Like the leaves, the path was speckled white with frost.

As I rounded the corner, I saw the school for the first time in two years. I had started this exact school four years ago and finished first and second year before being shipped away to prison school; which might I add, had worse food than an aeroplane. Now I, back and ready to receive a worse torture, teenagers.

The walls were surprisingly bare, I expected them to be graffitied like most high schools. Students stood chatting outside waiting for the bell to ring for first class. Some stood my their cars, some by there lockers and some were already waiting for class to start.

I hadn't been noticed, yet. It always terrified me, the thought of fingers pointing at me, the stares and the whispers, the harsh words used to describe me. I walked to the front office keeping my head down, not daring to look up. "Hi, I'm a new student, can I please get my timetable? It's for Alana Fielding"

Instantly the office woman's head shot up like a rabbit being let free from a trap. She looked up at me, almost judging me on whether the roomies were true of what I was really like. Quickly she printed it off and never said a word to me. Everyone seems to be dead friendly, I laughed to myself.

First on the timetable was English, it was one of my better subjects. I slowly made my way to class trying to take as much time as possible to gather my thoughts. I knew what I was walking into yet the reality still scared me. Will they all hate me?

I pushed open the door as it made a slight creak which could be heard because the class was sat in silence. Great. All eyes in the room turned to me and I now felt like that rabbit that had been caught in a cage earlier. "Hi, I'm Alana, a new student."

I could hear the buzz of whispers surrounding the room and instantly wanted to hide back in my shell, with the possibility of a truck running me over. "Miss Fielding, please take a seat at the back and don't cause a disturbance" The tall brunette teacher told me with stupid glasses that made her eyes like freakishly massive.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment. I think it's highly unfair I'm being judged already especially by teachers, is there no equality? I have no where to run anymore, Im trapped in a class with twenty students, all of them individually judging me on my every action.

"You just seem to attract attention" I turned around to the boy sitting next to me. He had short spiked blonde hair with deep blue eyes, his skin was pale but not as pale as mine. "You get used to it" I smiled back,

"I'm Logan, Logan Clark and you must be Alana, I've heard so much about you". He smiled. "All bad things probably but it's nice to meet you". I say back. "Alana, there seems to be so much gossip and rumours surrounding you, I am merely disappointed" He smirked. "What fact disappoints you? That I'm not a raging psychopath?" I laughed.

He leaned into me and whispered in my ear. "What disappoints me is that fact I know your not a killer. That the rumours are just lies, that your nothing like I expected" He turned to look at me and I looked away. He knew I didn't commit murder.

Maybe he was different to everyone else, maybe other people were like him, maybe he isn't the only one that believes my innocence. I smile at the thought. That is until a white paper ball flies and lands on my desk.

I slowly undo it to read the small neat handwriting written. Your nothing but a psychopathic murderer, I hope you die. The people here really are charming. I just look up, put my brace face on and smile. The bell soon goes and I get up and walk straight to the bin. I slowly watch the paper fall into the bin as if it was in slow motion.

So much has happened in a few hours. I've been chucked into a new school with people I don't know into an isolation. I'm trapped with no where and no one to run to. I'm just waiting for someone to make my life even more miserable

High school is brutal and the teenagers are vicious. I'm done for.