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My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles… but nothing is ever as it seems.We’re plastic. We’re fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn’t supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he’s blowing it away like it’s nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? INSPIRED BY MELANIE MARTINEZ' SONG DOLLHOUSE

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles… but nothing is ever as it seems. We’re plastic. We’re fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn’t supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he’s blowing it away like it’s nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? INSPIRED BY MELANIE MARTINEZ' SONG DOLLHOUSE

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles. But nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, that we hide the little things about us, like our flaws and our mistakes. One question burns in my brain. What would happen if someone found out those secrets? If they discovered what we hide behind our curtains? What if we were exposed for who we truly are?

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles. But nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, that we hide the little things about us, like our flaws and our mistakes. One question burns in my brain. What would happen if someone found out those secrets? If they discovered what we hide behind our curtains? What if we were exposed for who we truly are?