Chapitre 2: 2

Something about my school makes me annoyed. Maybe it was because it wasn't my first choice, maybe because I have to wear uniform, or maybe it is because all the people are fake. But being fake is not a bad thing here. Everyone here fakes being nice, fakes being dumb, and fakes not caring. However, their facade never goes away, it's perminent to them. For some reason, I see that they always remain the same even amoungst close friends. There are no bullies, no rumors, no lies. It's peaceful and Perfect... too perfect. Its too perfect to be real, so it must be Fake. The fakest ones might be the teachers, they don't hide it as well. You can tell they are fake, by their faces. When their face contacts their words and actions. When they say they love you but at the same time look pained and annoyed. You can tell that they are faking, because their eyes betray them, showing their true self underneath. Sometimes I wonder if my eyes betray me too. And if someone had already seen past my facade.