I see her everyday walking down the hall always smiling always laughing with her friends. She's the prettiest girl in our school with her long brown curly hair and hazel eyes. She has a perfect life a mom a dad a big house. While I'm here watching from the side lines, going home to a broken house hold. why did she get a perfect life while I'm struggling to keep my mom from drinking our life savings up?
I believed she was perfect till the day I saw what her real life was like. I was walking home one day and I took a longer route because I didn't want to get home to early and hear my mom with her new boyfriend doing it.
Passing her house, it was two stories and had to columns with at least six windows on each side of the columns, there was a steal gate surrounding their property, and a little shack in the back yard. While I was passing the first column on the house I heard a muffled scream.
Stopping in my tracks I walked back a little till the shack was in my view. I saw her clenching her face laying on the grass. Her dad was towering over her yelling at her. I started walking away when she looked over at me, her face went white with horror. I didn't see much more but I knew my life wasn't good but I also knew she didn't have a perfect life. But she did good covering it up.
