Secrets & Lies

Chapter 1

Hi guys! Welcome to my story, wanted to just add- sorry if there is any mistakes, this is a 1st draft. The first couple chapters may be slow, but trust me it's worth reading for the juicy stuff I have planned! Please let me know what you think, I LOVE constructive criticism- be honest! And please share. Thanks! Now sit back, grab your favorite snack, and enjoy the story.

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Tears burst out onto her cheeks, tingling down her pale skin and wetting her shirt. Her chin trembled like a frightened, unsullied child, even though she was anything but. The walls enforcing demurity built around her, giving a false impression of phlegmatism, were crumbling right in front of her eyes, tear by tear, falling apart. Her glass heart was completely shattered, and felt heavy from it's broken pieces piercing her insides like knives. Now, euphoria felt like only a faraway chimera. She couldn't stop herself... the raw emotions keep spilling out uncontrollably as she took short breaths which were anything but calming. And just at suddenly, she stopped. She got up, wiped her tears, and grabbed a tissue to clean up her face. She hurriedly ruffled through her backpack, looking for something to hide the fact that she was crying just minutes before. She found a pack of Vaseline, so she grabbed it and spread heavy lathers of it over her lips. She thought that if her lips looked shiny, people would stray their focus away from her puffy, red eyes.

She stared at herself in the mirror. So many derogatory remarks about her imperfections rushed through her head in bits in pieces, but she shook it away, lifting her head with faux confidence. She needed this false security to help alleviate the pain of dealing with so many horrible people for the next seven hours.

As the first shrill bell rang, her body automatically signaled her brain that it was time for her bubbly self to reappear. Now she had to hold this persona without another breakdown. She could do it, she thought reassuringly as she walked into the classroom. She took her seat in the back row all the way in the corner. That was her location in every class, especially since everyone was seated in alphabetical order. What could she do with a last name like Wesler? Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted by the guy who had just came up to her.

"Hey Amy? Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" asked Jake.

Oh great. It was the guy who completely ignored her unless he wanted to copy homework or 'borrow' a pencil. She knew he would never give the pencil back, but he knew that she would never say no.

"Of course!" Amy chirped in reply. She opened her backpack and the Vaseline fell out. She quickly grabbed it and stuffed it inside as she took out her pencil pouch. Amy looked for the smallest pencil she had- she didn't want to give Jake one with a lot of lead. She finally found a number two pencil perfect for him, and handed it over. "Here you go."

"Thanks!" he replied, and then hurried back to the huddle of his friends who happened to be stationed right in front of her. They were all loud, obnoxious teenagers who rarely cared about the welfare of others, let alone the welfare of Amy's pencils. But Amy was used to not being cared for.

The second bell rang and everyone took their seats. A short, gray-haired woman walked into class.

"I'm Ms. Klut, and I'll be your substitute for the next two weeks. I'm going to start with taking attendance..." as she looked for the attendance sheet, she began conversation with the Queen of hate, Lizzie. Lizzie was known for talking behind the backs of everyone and kissing up to teachers. It was either follow her every move or get slandered. And Amy was on the slandering side, just because she refused to deliver drugs to this random house.

"Hi, Ms. Klut, I'm Lizzie!" she began. "If you ever need any help I'm here! This class is really difficult to deal with, especially with the group of troublemakers in the back corner. But I'll try to assist you in any way possible."

"Thank you so much, Lizzie! Do you know where I can find the attendance sheet?" Ms. Klut replied with a smile.

"Oh yes, it's right over here!" she chirped.

Ms. Klut took the sheet and started reading off names. Amy, having gotten no sleep at all the night before, was trying not to drift off to the sound of Ms. Klut monotonic voice.

"Amilah? Amilah Wesler? Is Amilah Wesler here today?" Ms. Klut repeated.

Amy woke up with a jolt as she heard her name. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm here!"

"Can you not pay attention, Amilah? Try not to drift off in my class, as I would like to teach those who actually want to learn. And if that's not okay with you, I recommend kindergarten. You can definitely catch up on your nap time there." Ms. Klut snapped.

Lizzie smirked. She knew that her tip on the troublemakers in the back was what influenced this lecture.

"I'm... I'm sorry. This won't happen again." Amy said as her cheeks turned hot as blood rushed up to her face.

"I hope you can stand by that, then." Ms. Klut said with a stern glare.

As Ms. Klut started a lesson, Amy felt a vibration in her pocket. She pulled out her phone to see a message from Lyssa, her lab partner.

Hey, I need the data from the last lab. Can u send that to me? Said the text. Another vibration. Also, ur eyes look red. allergies acting up again?

Amy quickly typed a reply. I'll text it to u once class ends. nd yeah, they r.

A second later, Lyssa replied. K, sure. Hope it gets better b4 the 2nd part of our lab today, I can't do the lab if ur just sneezing lol."

It'll be better by then, and I'll do the lab no matter what.

As the day dragged on, Amy kept her perky charisma as she greeted people, helped them with homework, or let them 'borrow' an item. Suddenly, the bell rang. It was time for her to go home and leave this horrible place. But for Amy, home was even worse.