Deceit

Saturday morning, I found our lovely neighbor, Mrs Jeffrey, placing her pile of laundry into one of the machines on the ground floor of our apartment building.

I settled for the other machine beside her. She looked up upon seeing me. I smiled.

"You're back," she noted.

I love Mrs Jeffrey and her family. There was no one here who didn't like the Jeffreys.

The children were very adorable. I mostly adore Sam and her flashy smile and non-stop blabbering. She dreamed of becoming a superstar someday, and I could see her achieving it.

Mr and Mrs Jeffrey have two kids, Liam and Sam. Liam was fourteen, intelligent and good-looking, while Sam was eight but acted like she was already eighteen.

Mr Jeffrey works as a janitor and sometimes does some bartending jobs in a club nearby.

They don't have much, but I love seeing them together. They always seem happy and content.

I sometimes visualize my future family like theirs: simple, happy and dominated by love.

"Well, I can't skip school