We are all liars, someway or another. This is how I lie...
It was quiet, other than the gentle whirring of the electric fan and the occasional sound of a car passing by. She timed her breathing to her alarm clock’s ticking just for the fun of it.
'Vvrrrrr vvrrrrr vvrrrrr vrrrrrr vvrrrr vvrrrr vvrrrr vvrrrr...'
The peace was broken by the vibration of her cellphone and it went on for a couple of seconds before stopping.
“Idiot.”
Doesn’t one know that if the call wasn’t answered within 5 rings, it means that it would most likely be left unanswered?
'Vvrrrr!'
A single sharp vibration that could only indicate a text message.
“Tsk. Such persistence.” She grumbled and rolled over in her bed, unwilling to get up. It was Saturday, the perfect excuse to lie in bed and doze the afternoon away. Another short vibration made her reached for her cell in exasperation.
She blinked at the brightly lit screen as she squinted at the text invitation from one of her classmates to hang out at the beach and have a barbeque. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of the sun, seawater and the smoke from the charcoal; she wasn’t exactly an outdoor person.
‘Oops, was in the toilet. Sorry but I can’t today. Celebrating a friend’s birthday :) Invite me next time k? Have fun! Don’t miss me ;)'
Such a lie.
There wasn’t any friend’s birthday celebration and she did not give a hoot about them missing her or not. Humans and their insecurities – they rely on each other to survive; yet they would not hesitate to backstab one another should an opportunity present itself.
She grunted as she sat up on her bed, trying to scratch an itch on her left leg using the pad of her fingers. Her long painted nails might leave a scratch on her fair leg, and that would be hard to cover up.
She could have trimmed her nails or wear jeans, but according to the latest fashion magazines, long painted nails with decorations and shorts were all the rage.
Gossip and fashion magazines cluttered up her bedside table, clothes splitting off the bed and onto the floor, empty bottles of health and diet drinks littered the floor. She stood up and sauntered over to her vanity mirror, kicking dresses and bottles away with her pretty painted toes.
The room was a mess.
The exact opposite of the smiling reflection shown in the mirror.
But mirrors sometimes lie; they could only reflect what is on the surface, but not what is truly deep inside.
“You’re such a sinner, Sue, lying to fit in.”
Tsk.
ReplyDeleteThis is written better than my stapler story. If yours is secondary-school standard, then mine would be P6 level le. But I still liked mine just as much~
And your title... is very imaginative. 0_0
No, this wasn't the story I initially wanted to submit. It was some snappy love story...lol, that really was quite corny.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I read yours, I can see it manga style! At first, I was like huh...opposite gender?
I think your idea was clearly brought across (y)