She smiled, threw her head back, and laughed.
Fake.
It all was.
She was.
How?
Simple. Nevertheless, you would need to go back a bit further into her past to truly understand.
It started back then in the day.
Kindergarten.
She walked in with her little pink dress, all fluffed and sparkled up. Two little pink bows in her soft blonde hair that was braided in two. Her two front teeth were missing but that didn't stop her from showing off her other pearly whites. Her bright blue eyes sparkled.
She was ready. To take the world over by storm.
Well as much as a little girl can in a small room.
However, something wasn't right.
No one wanted her.
Now I suppose that sounds selfish. And in a way it is. But no one wanted her there. It was as if she had some nasty disease and no one wanted to catch it.
She was a plague.
In other words, she had cooties.
Yes cooties.
Little boys started making fun of her, pulling on her braids, throwing blocks at her, spreading nasty lies about her. And the girls refused to play with her.
Which was odd. Mommy said lying was bad.
But that doesn't stop anybody does it?
No one wanted to play with her during recess, or sit with her during lunch.
Naptime was good though. No one made fun of her.
And she could cry in peace. No one had to make fun of her, yell at her, or ask what's wrong.
She could just be.
Silence was golden.
And that's how she liked it.
As silent droplets poured down on her face, she realized something.
She hated people. She preferred to be alone.
And that's how it started.
As the years passed by, all in a whirlwind.
She was pointed at, laughed at, and made fun of.
All for being herself.
But she didn't mind.
She liked it.
No one judged her.
At least not to her face, they all made fun of her from a distance.
Cowards, she thought. But that's all right.
Cause in some way everyone was.
And so was she.
But she was okay with that.
So that's how it was for a while.
All alone, and she preferred it that way.
Until one day.
It was the last day of seventh grade, and she truly realized how alone she was.
It was then she made up her mind.
She was going to do whatever it takes for people to like her. No matter how harsh or hurtful. She would do it.
And now it's summer.
She did whatever she could.
Throwing up her food to get skinny, exercised everyday for at least 7 hours, buying magazines for clothing and makeup tips, she got a job so she could earn cash for a new wardrobe.
Just so she could fit in.
And somehow, it all paid off. She had beaten the odds.
On the first day of eighth grade the kids she considered popular, asked if she wanted to sit with them.
It was a huge deal. An honor really.
And of course she accepted it. Who wouldn't?
And that's how it began. The tornado of crushes, boyfriends, parties, getting drunk, drugs, rumors, back stabbing, and lies.
More lies.
Mommy said lying was bad.
Well mommy wasn't here anymore.
She was dead.
She died a long time ago. In result, her dad had pushed away from his own family. The kids took care of themselves. It helped she was the youngest, no one to care for. Her brother was going to college soon, so he barely paid attention to her.
She could do whatever she wanted.
She was free.
But at the same time she wasn't.
She was chained to the world of the populars. Going against everything she had knew. Her morals. All her parents had taught her. When they were her parents.
So really, it was her parents fault for her turning out the way she was.
But in reality, it was hers.
So she started to cut. Burn herself. Fall down the stairs.
Tortured herself as punishment.
Anything to take away the pain. To keep out the voices, the voices' saying this was all her fault.
And no one knew. No one had found out.
No one had cared enough to find out.
So she put on a fake smile for everyone. So no one would see past the wall of lies.
Lies.
Seems to be all she's been doing these days.
But, truth was, she wanted people to see past the pretty face.
Because behind the pretty face was a broken girl.
Behind the lies, there was hurt.
There were reasons for the crying.
But no one cared.
All she wanted was to fit in.
Instead?
She turned into a Pretty Little Liar.
"Never trust a pretty girl.
They've got something ugly to hide.
Don't trust a pretty girl
Under the eyeliner is something ugly.
Don't trust a pretty girl
All they know how to do is lie
Never trust a pretty girl
They're all pretty little liars
Don't trust a pretty girl
They're tongues are full of lies
Don't trust a pretty girl
They're all Pretty Little Liars"
Everyone has something ugly to hide
This was hers.
So . . .
She smiled, threw her head back, and laughed.
All fake. All lies.
Never trust a Pretty girl.
They've got something ugly to hide . . .