Oh, how good it felt to belong.
In the beginning I just embellished things that had actually happened. I got a bit creative. I had to be careful because I had a sister at the same school and so it made it difficult to make the stories about my days at school too big.
After a little while of making up stories became easier and easier. Once my sister left school, it seemed the world was my oyster. I was also very careful not to do it too often. There were times when I had nothing to share just so that no-one in the family caught on.
The stories at the dinner table were a desperate attempt to fit in with my family. Unfortunately, my step-father didn’t like me and only tolerated me. He told me, on most days, I would never amount to anything and that I was a waste of space. He also told me I was only in his home because I was part of the package.
I was the slightly overweight, frumpy youngest child. My two older sisters were smart and they were quite pretty. One a brunette who was extremely brilliant at school and successful at most things she tried and the other who was blond, slim and very attractive and had no shortage of male followers AND very smart. They excelled at school and my step father simply adored them.
For some unknown reason, deep down inside, something did not ‘feel’ right and I did not like the man who had married my mother.
Things were not good at home and in order to cover up my life at home, I began to experiment with the lies at school.
How successful could I be?
Captivating Freedom 