Web´s Liars

it the moment it started blaring. I groaned and rolled out of bed, just barely bracing myself from falling. I

r of high school as a reject. I mean, bad things can happen to you when you move-not that I

, I thought as I toweled my hair dry and looked in the mirror. My blue eyes stared back at me. When I le

rror. Mirrors lie. The thought was no real consolation because I knew the truth. I'd

the ground. For some reason I wanted to be something more than unnoticeable. I wanted to go strutting around in something chic, something Eva would w

ns, a white tee-shirt with a green collar and sleeves and a green hoodie to

at the kitchen table, rubbing his temples. As usual, he was probab

he m

had spoken to me in over a week. I stood there, non-plus

d to the point.

going to eat

re actually some f

e of our lives. Beth's mom had even offered to take me in for my last year of school when my father decided to move. I think she deemed him unstable and unable to take of a daughter-and she was

ome cereal.

belly, but what the heck. I might as well try. I don't know why I'm such a stickler for all those stupid little health rules. Always ea

eling particularly morbid

pitcher and began to pour the white liquid over my cereal. I practically yelped, and sa

the

es once more. "I got it straight from the farmer's proc

er Bridge? Sucks, doesn't it? With dismal prospects of decent food, what chance is there

t be the cream...but it didn't look appetizing. I took a small bite, my swallowing and upchuck reflexes working in unis

edly, and slipped a bac