Everything in my head screams fake.
"Tris, baby, why don't you go do some homework; I'm going to faint soon if you don't."
Mom, really? You're going to faint? Fake.
"Hon, why don't you take after more of your brother. Look at him, working hard and all."
Fake.
You only say these things to try and win me over, so I can do the things that you want me to do, and make you look like the 'perfect mother'.
"Sweetie –"
But before she can say one more thing, I whip my uneven, dirty blonde hair around, which smacks her right in the face.
Her face goes from surprise, to anger and disbelief.
"Shut up," I say. "Oh, and fuck you."
