"Smile sweetie!" My mother smiled at me. She was always telling me to smile, completely unaware of the darkness in my soul. I brushed my hot pink dyed hair out of my face and smiled, trying to seem open and happy. It didn't work. My mother always craved a fancier life style, always throwing extravagant parties with caviar and champagne and dressing nicely. She might have fooled people if it wasn't for me, with my pink hair, ripped skinny jeans, and band tee shirts. I was the oddball. I stared at my mothers friends coldly. I didn't like them and they knew it. Gertrude, my mothers rich, eighty-something, friend returned the stare. I especially didn't like her. " What a nice dress you're wearing Evangeline." Gertrude sneered. My mother had made me attend one of her parties, and had made me wear a dress, claiming that "it would be fun." 'Yeah, fun' I thought. I smiled, " You look so young Gertrude," I said sweetly, " Who's your plastic surgeon?" My mothers smile faltered. "Evangeline!" she yelled. Gertrude's face flushed red with anger. "Gertrude, I'm so sorry!" my mother apologized. "I'm leaving." Gertrude turned towards the door, my mother trailing after her. " Is there anything I can do? I could-" Gertrude cut her off. " You could teach that daughter of your's to hold her tongue!" With that Gertrude stormed out the door.
I was in trouble.Mother dearest wasn't happy with my honesty towards Gertrude. " Gertrude is a very nice lady, you shouldn't have treated her that way." I honestly didn't care. About Gertrude or anything else for that matter. That's exactly what I told her, and so I ended up in my room. But that's not why I was in trouble. I was in trouble because the darkness in me had worked it's way out. I looked down at Gertrude's white furniture now stained with red. Her Persian Longhair came slinking up to me. I stroked its white fur, staining it with streaks of red from the blood on my hands. I smiled at the cat but instantly regretted it when the sides of my mouth burned with pain. I reached up to touch the Glasgow smile I had carved into my face. 'Mother always told me to smile' I thought. Gertrude was one of the people who had contributed to the darkness in me. The popular girls at school were also contributors. I mustn't keep them waiting.
