Akira
Sydney's frown is enough to tell me that I've not succeed in my attempt of looking normal. I try to avoid looking her and move silently to my room but she leaves whatever she was doing in kitchen and comes toward me.
"Are you okay?" She asks softly, looking worried.
I don't want to worry her or anyone for that matter. I'm big enough to solve my own problems without involving someone else.
I nod and lie through my teeth, "Yeah, I'm good."
She doesn't believe me for a second, no one would. I've been told I'm a terrible liar. But I thank heaven when she doesn't press for more instead change the subject, "Are you still up for tonight?"
The problem here again is the subject that I definitely don't want to talk about but I also know I somehow have to answer her. I am not sure if it i
