Prologue
People believe I'm the happiest person in the world.
You rarely see me with a frown and when I do have one, it's for someone else. I've gotten so used to fooling everybody that I'm pretty sure I believe the fake personality I've made for myself.
No, really.
I'm about 2 centimeters away from believing the happy me, is the real me.
I just wonder how long I can keep it up.
How long can I keep fooling myself?
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Fooling Myself
Teen FictionAurelia was always happy. At least that's what she lead everyone to believe. She was never caught with a frown on her face and since her senior year was coming up, she was tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of being who she's not. That was until Jar...
