Dollhouse

Everybody smiles
when everything’s wrong
I just can’t take it anymore.

Living in a lie,
Watching people act,
It’s driving me crazy!

They all have it perfect,
It wouldn’t matter if things went wrong
Things never happen to them.

-original poem-

Prologue - Moving

“WHAT?!?!” Lalaine screamed running down the stairs.

“You heard me right, or else you wouldn’t be screaming,” her mother said calmly, carefully making breakfast.

“We’re moving?”

“That’s right.”

“But I’m graduating to go to high school this year!”

“So? No excuse young lady. We’re moving to California and that’s final.”

Lalaine pouted, her signature face. She brushed her short brunette hair out of her face; she was so shocked by the news that she didn’t even comb her hair, brush her teeth, or change her clothes. Glaring at her mother, she stormed off from the table, and slammed the bathroom door.

-

“CALIFORNIA?!?!” Her friends shouted as soon as she told them.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Sucks, the guys can’t nearly be as cute as they are here,” An Asian girl remarked as she smiled her signature “Cheshire Cat Smile”.

“Lucky you, Vanessa, you get to stay in Florida.”

“Aw, c’mon, Laine, it ain’t so bad.”

“Ain’t so bad? I’m moving to California for high school, and nonetheless a boarding school, Casey!”

The blonde frowned at her, “C’mon, Laine, it’s not so bad.”

“Fine, want to switch lives?”

The girls remained silent and made snide remarks about boarding school.

“And I though, a private Catholic school would be bad,” Lalaine muttered to herself.

Somehow, Lalaine felt a deep uneasy feeling in her stomach, as if she knew that she was understating the horror of her new life, which was completely correct.

-

FROM THE DESK OF THE MENTAL PICKLE:

This is what I do in literature class.

Read the story.

Look at the exercises.

Do the first section.

Get bored.

Write poetry or story ideas in the back of my notebook.

I have pages galore of unposted poetry in my notebook XD

Kay, well, THIS CAME TO ME IN A VISION WHILE RESEARCHING ABOUT THE LATE POPE JOHN PAUL II (God bless his soul and kind heart)!

So, R&R, thx

Sumi-chan; What you call love, I call pain.