SARCASM
I seriously just wanted to tear my room apart. "Do you like it, hun?" Mum asks me, fixing my floral bedsheets. Pink. Pink blankets, pink pillows, pink wallpaper, pink furniture. I couldn't lie. I just couldn't. I thought of a way to say it, without hurting it feelings. "Well?" she asks impatiently, waiting for me to respond. "I still have to show Delilah her room, and Matt. They're waiting, and soon, they'll be seeing the surprise without me!" she scolds me. I look at my mum and take a breath. "I love it." I say, trying to tone down my attitude. Mum hugs me and gives a squeal. I roll my eyes and plop myself on the bed. I can't believe I just lied. "When's dinner?" I ask, before mum leaves. She shrugs and thinks for a bit. "Meatloaf, with my special brocolli!" she finally says. I heave a sigh and mumble, "Wonderful." Mum closes the door and I stand up, looking at the mirror. Lying is pretty easy... just got to tone it down: change into... sarcasm. I guess now I just have to be different, look different, act different. Start telling the truth, different.
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'Tis the prologue. Hope you like it. <3