Unillusioned

Title: Unillusioned
Author: Me
Fandom: None (shocking, I know)
Author's Notes: I wrote this on Saturday. I didn't think I just wrote. It was fun.

It looked like one of those cliched diaries from a movie. The perfect cursive script filled the page. Every word carefully thought out and written in the perfect girly handwriting. Thought out might be an understatement. The words weren't thought out, they were planned. Faked. Each and every word was part of a larger ploy. It had to be. Each page spoke about how much love the girl had for her parents, her siblings, the dog. There weren't even minor things about not liking dinner or having to take the dog out for walks. Either this girl had the perfect life or she had faked the journal so that her parents would think she was nothing but rainbows and bunnies all the time.

"Is there anything else? Another journal?"

"No, sir."

"Check the computer."

As much as he wanted to believe that this girl was perfect he knew it wasn't true. Perfect kids didn't overdose on drugs.