It’s the same routine every freaking day. I put on my pageant-winning smile and pretend as if everything is all ing right. Though, I’m not the only one pretending. We’re all just a bunch of fakes hiding behind our tons of masks that we wear day in and day out. We wore them so frequently that we don’t even know who our real selves are. We smile, we laugh, we hug, and we converse as if we’re the best group of friends in the world. Tch, some friends we are; we pretend, but all we really do is talk behind each other’s backs. “Friends.”

I might probably do a continuation on chapter 12 since ya'll seem to either be confused or just want to know more about their relationship in that particular story. But, here's a little drabble for now...