Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

Her poker face gradually stretched out into a smile and brightened up like the sun, her eyes arched a little. “There! Now try it and try not to scare me away,” she said tentatively. I followed what she did, my lips expanded slowly into a smile and she beamed along. “There, a smile that could melt a frozen heart,” she appraised and immediately I smiled with my teeth bare in the open, she immediately sent me a disapproving stare and clipped my mouth into a thin line. We trained some more and we had a rest. I wasn’t going to lie, it was a blast and I enjoyed every bit of it. It was fun and I don't remember when last I had fun.

The mischievous smile of hers was still plastered on her face,since we left the shopping mall and I grew curious. “Baby do you mind sharing” “What do you mean” “Your smile is different, like you have something up your sleeve “ “Don”t worry it's nothing I am just happy that you took out time to have a free day with me” she said and flashed me a fake smile which I returned. We got the ice cream and moved over to a nearby park where a lot of children were having fun and their parents were around too watching them with fulfilling smile.

“You need to breathe and smile a little. You make this look as if you are going to a funeral rather than your wedding.” “That is because I am going to my funeral.” I gritted my teeth. “I don't need to smile at a funeral, do I?” He ignored my question and smiled instead. “At least show a little smile on your pretty face. Even if it's a plastic smile. You look so weird, frowning.” I shrugged. My eyes latched on my mom's, and she beamed. The smile was a fake one and didn't reach her eyes. But she didn't need to show true happiness because she was good at faking it.

I winch and glance to the door. A girl an inch or two shorter than me with fake blond hair stood there with a smile on her face. She have black eyes, pointed nose that clearly had a job done, full lips coated thickly with red lipstick, big boobs that is also clearly surgery made with her round butt. To top it all she wears a tightly fitted short dress with a deep neckline showing off her fake boobs. And when I say short, it really is fuckin' short. It reacher only two inch under her fake butt. Well this girl looks like a real life plastic doll that dresses like a slut. No offence it's just my opinion.

There was Milli, my friend standing beside me and noticing my drooped down face. "Yeah! I am fine." Adjusting my viel, lifting up my face I answered correcting the withered face and trying to structure my lips in form of a smile. Smile is an action which has become foreign to my face, my lips seem to forget its natural laughter and now they struggle to even remember and fake it.

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

It took Halle a few seconds for the words to register, her lips pursed and she nodded with false confidence. “I know,” She smiled, speaking like she had intentionally put chips into her beautiful hair that was always a nightmare to wash. Fake it till you make it, she thought as her cheeks began to burn and hurt from her fake smile. “I…put it there,” She said. Halle saw the makings of a smile on the man’s lips before he gave his usual stiff nod and then turned around to leave. Halle let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in and turned around in the direction of the loudly giggling woman inside her room.

He wasn't interested in these kinds of things: - You take care of it. Lucas could tell he was in a bad mood, so he didn't continue. He showed the plastic surgeon the way, letting him enter the room to see "Mia". The doctor had listened to Lucas's explanations and had brought some small tools with him. He used a small torch to light up "Mia"'s nose, which was translucent. He touched her cheeks, jaw, forehead, and other facial features: - The bridge of the nose is filled with filler. The eyes have been opened wider, the bones have been shaved, and too many teeth have been fixed. The facial features have essentially shifted...

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

My hair stylists did a good job of making me near-deaf in one ear with the volume of hair they packed there, but I still heard Damon clearly through it. “Okay.” I agreed. “Smile.” Damon commanded, through opened teeth and a smiley face. I looked at Damon in shock. How do people pretend? I've always been one who's face mirrored their expressions. “Stop looking at me so dumbly.” Damon said. “Smile.” He instructed again, and like his puppet which I was growing to be, I flashed my most brilliant smile. As I involuntarily wore my face muscles out, trying to fake a smile that wasn't even as deep as my throat, I wondered if I could really sustain that kinda life.