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25: They Call Her Stupid

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A few days after the photo shoot, I was feeling lifted. What the other reality stars said about on-screen actions validated the way I had been acting. Everything was merely for the show and it seemed that only I was capable of understanding that. As long as I continued to feel connected to who my inner being behind the camera lens, that's really all that mattered. If my real friends couldn't comprehend this mentality or realize that I'm simply doing a job, then maybe they weren't true friends to begin with.I had wasted enough time worrying about their opinions when I only need to worry about my own.

I should be on the hunt for my Homecoming dress, but instead, I'm back home – my original home – now that I've mustered up the courage to ask my family a question that's been burning my mind lately. Normally, Jagger, Darcy, and I would be getting the details for our Homecoming preparations ready, but clearly, this year would be different. I'm hoping that going home and talking to my family will at least add some light on the days of darkness I've been having.

"Hey Faith," I poke my head through the kitchen entry. "Where are mom and dad?"

She doesn't even flinch at the sound of my voice. "At work. They should be home momentarily. What did you need?I clear my throat, actually feeling nervous approaching my younger sister.

"I had something I wanted to ask you guys."

She continues to do her homework. "What is it?"

"Well...I think I should wait for mom and dad to get home so I can ask you collectively," I answer, walking towards the kitchen island. Donny and Clyde's footsteps are silent behind me.

"I'm departing soon for my weekly arithmetic club meeting, therefore, your news must be delivered now otherwise it will have to wait another time," She answers quickly.

I sigh, taking a seat across from her. "Okay, well how are you?"

"Splendid. And you?" She taps her pencil.

I shrug. "Alright, I guess."

"Is that the question you were so intent on asking?"

"No, but I wanted to see how you were doing first. I haven't spoken to you in awhile," I answer.

"Are you implying that it's my fault?"

"No. I'm simply saying that I miss you," I force out.Her expression doesn't falter.

"I'm sure."

Okay, so she's going to be difficult.

"I came over to ask if you guys would like to join me on a trip to Barcelona for Christmas."

Faith pauses her writing and glances up at me. "Barcelona? Why would we spend the holidays in Barcelona?"

"My friends and I are going and it'd be really great if you guys would join as well," I answer.

"Friends? As in Darcy and Jagger?" She assumes.

"No," I reply softly. "Friends, as in Chris and his group."

Faith scoffs. "You consider those delinquents as friends? Do you not assimilate the meaning of the word camaraderie?"

I slowly roll my eyes at her. "Do you have to correct everything I say? The answer is a simple yes or no."