Keila POV

I smiled as Mr. Reiter came by. He sat down beside me and Jeremiah. I watched as he shifted through a bag of games and stared at me and Jeremiah.

"Uno anyone?" He said as he passed out the cards. "So, how has ski trip been?"

"Pretty good," Jeremiah replied as he watched Mr. Reiter pass out the cards.

"Keila?" Mr. Reiter said as he put the deck in the middle.

I didn't know what to say, do I tell him I'm having a great time or the real truth? That I got hurt, and that my life is as it is and that it's been.... okay for me?

"It's been okay," I replied. That was only the half-truth, but it is still the truth, right?

He looked at me as if knowing I was in the middle of a lie. Sure, I was hurt... Sure I was tired... Sure I had been the only one other than Jeremiah to not go swimming and at this point was lonely... 

It wouldn't hurt to tell the half-truth anyways right?

So we just kept on going, but I could always feel his eyes on me. I knew we couldn't say anything with Jeremiah around anyways, but would it really hurt too? Probably. He was my best friend... but it didn't mean he knew anything about the life I lived. No one did.