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AN: Sorry for taking so long to update, as I've said before, I've been pretty busy. The mid-semester break has finally rolled around so hopefully I can update more frequently.

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Finnlover: Yeah, sorry about the ambiguity, but it was kind of the point. That is, despite it being the next generation, the kids are a lot like their parents. Thanks for reading and reviewing and I hope to clear up some of the details in the next couple of chapters.

LoVe23: Thanks, darling. Sorry for taking so long to update. Hope you're still interested.

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Yourlastkiss: I hadn't even thought of Finn's offspring! Is it okay if I borrow that idea? Thanks for reading and reviewing, it may not seem like it (from my lack of updating), but I really appreciate the reviews.

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Chapter 2

His life is supposed to be perfect and as far as anyone else knew, it is perfect. He is rich, he had a surname that opens doors to the most exclusive of places. He is popular, no one refuses him. He is smart, with genes like his, he should be. He is good-looking and he damn well knows it. But it's all a lie, not literally because he is rich, popular, smart and good-looking, but it's a façade, a mask to hide the fact that it is all far from perfect. Unlike every one of his friends, his parents married for love and are still married, but that too is a façade. He couldn't remember when it changed…

He entered the house from the side entrance, creeping through the passageway that was more commonly used by the household staff. He held his breath, wanting to hear silence, pure silence that could only happen when everything was at peace.

Nothing. Perfect.

A sudden crash, crystal breaking into a hundred, thousand pieces, brought him hurtling back into reality. A door slammed, an engine revved and he released his breath, his heart heavy with dashed hope. Pulling himself straight, he walked into the house proper, checking of any visible signs of damage. Apart from the shattered crystal, which the maid was hurriedly cleaning up, the house was unscathed. Taking the wide, marble stairs, two steps at a time, he hurried to his room, quickly depositing his school bag, blazer and tie, he went his parents' room.

The thick walls and plush carpet absorbed any sound, but he knew that inside the lavish master bedroom, his mother would be crying.

"Mom?" he called softly, pushing the heavy double doors open, he crept inside, "Mom."

She stood by the window, clutching the windowsill, tears escaping from beneath her closed eyelids.

"Michael," she replied, a faux-happy tone, brushing away the tears, plastering on a smile, "How was school, darling?"

"Mom, are you okay?" he brushed away her question with one of his own.

"I'm fine, honey," she reassured, "Everything's fine. You don't have to worry about anything."

He wanted to push the issue, get her to tell him the truth, but he didn't. They were all too stubborn, she would never tell him anything. Guiltily, he also realised, that he didn't want to know, he kind of liked living in the lies.

"How was your chemistry test?" his mother asked.

"It was fine," he replied vaguely.

"Honey," she warned.

"I got a B," he admitted, he knew what her reaction would be.

"What happened?" her eyes were wide with a surprise, he used to be a straight A+ student.

"Nothing," he shrugged dismissively.

"Maybe I should talk to your teacher, Stanhouse, right?" she had gathered herself completely, all trace of the early tears reduced to a slight redness around her eyes.

"Mom, really, it's fine," Michael replied adamantly, "I probably could have studied more. You don't have to talk to Mr Stanhouse."

"If you're sure…" she let it hang there, he could see the hope in her eyes.

"Yeah," he nodded, he couldn't look at her, knowing the disappointment would be all too apparent.

Silence stretched between them, too many issues simmered just beneath the perfect exterior.

"I should go," he said finally, "Homework…"

"Yes, of course," his mother replied quickly, "Go."

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AN: Now that you've read it, there's only one thing left to do… review… please, pretty, pretty please? And another thing, I've started another story (sorry!), it's called 'The Extraordinary Void', check it out, let me know what you think. Thanks