Slap.
She lost my balance and fell. She could still feel the imprint of her hand, 10 seconds after her vicious mother delivered that blunt blow on the back of her head. She could feel the defiant tears struggling, longing to break free of my control and stream down my cheeks. But she held them back.
"Why are you showing me this face ah? You angry with me is it? I'll show you!"
Another slap.
She quickly changed her expression to one of artificial smiles. It had become a habit, a daily part of her life, to hold back her tears and put on a pretentious smile, one that everybody liked. To push away her family background, and embrace a false circle of friendship. Tomorrow, at school, she would have to put on more make-up to hide her red-streaked cheeks. And just like before, she would plaster a fake smile onto her face and put on a light-hearted, bright disposition to cover up her tears.
At school, she was always the it-girl. She had the prettiest face, had the most admirers, and every girl would kill to be like her. But what they would never know, was the story behind the sweet, out-going girl.
They would never see the flood of tears, behind that seemingly sincere yet pretentious smile.
"Why are you showing me this face ah? You angry with me is it? I'll show you!"
Another slap.
She quickly changed her expression to one of artificial smiles. It had become a habit, a daily part of her life, to hold back her tears and put on a pretentious smile, one that everybody liked. To push away her family background, and embrace a false circle of friendship. Tomorrow, at school, she would have to put on more make-up to hide her red-streaked cheeks. And just like before, she would plaster a fake smile onto her face and put on a light-hearted, bright disposition to cover up her tears.
At school, she was always the it-girl. She had the prettiest face, had the most admirers, and every girl would kill to be like her. But what they would never know, was the story behind the sweet, out-going girl.
They would never see the flood of tears, behind that seemingly sincere yet pretentious smile.
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