I wrung my hands as a slight sweat began to brew on my forehead in realization of what I was about to do. It's not like I've never lied, but I try not to. The worse thing is, is that I'm a terrible liar, and I mean terrible.
As my feet leave the last step I immediately see my mother.
She is standing at the kitchen island talking with Sam, the fifth oldest. I slowly make my way into the kitchen, and as soon as my family members see me they go dead silent and just stare.
I clear my throat and begin "Uh, mom I'm going to a study group tonight around 7 and I'm not sure when I'll be home.... I-is that okay?" I ask staring at my feet and twiddling my fingers.
Sam doesn't even try to hide the rolling of her eyes as my mother shrugs "Whatever Grace" and waves me off continuing to cook.
My eyes open wide as a have to use every ounce of strength I have to hide my tears as I spin on my heal and quickly walk up the stairs and into my room.
I fall into my bed letting only one tear fall before I calm down. Does anyone in this family know who I am?
I let out a deep breath before opening my closet door and searching for what to wear.OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
I decide to go with a casual salmon dress, a jean cover up, a few matching bracelets, a handbag, and black flats. I curl my hair and place a headband on my head. I grab my phone, double check that I have everything, and step out of my door.
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I stare out of the window at the practical mansion. It's not like my house isn't big or anything, but if they were to be compared this is a palace and we live in a shack.
Justin laughs at my reaction and opens my door letting me out and giving me a peck on the lips.
I smile as I loop my arm through his. "I need to tell you something!" I say with a laugh.
"What?" He asks kissing my forehead.
"I've never been to a party before." he stops dead in his tracks and starts laughing while holding his stomach.
We step through the door and are suddenly met by a wave of people dancing, girls who were wearing practically nothing and boys who were clearly drunk. My eyes opened wide as I took it all in.
This certainly will be interesting.
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Unnoticed
Teen FictionTaylor Canther is the youngest of 9. Always in the background, invisible, always... unnoticed. But, her whole life changes when she meets the mysterious boy with mesmerizing blue eyes.