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One thing I loathe other then my family? 

Paparazzi. 

Well, my family loathes them I just don't like them.

My family hates them because the only thing they ever ask us is about Rayyana and if she's ever coming back. 

I've been told to keep my mouth shut whenever I'm asked and because i'm a good girl I never asked why. 

I have a bunch of questions, obviously. 

Why am I not allowed to see my aunt? 

Why won't she leave her room? 

This family makes me want to murder people. 

"Zaara your getting wrinkles again." My mother tutted checking my face. I winced as I remembered I had forgotten to use the roller this morning. 

I glued on my signature fake smile and landed a kiss on my mother's cheek "Sorry mother, I'll get on with it." She frowned harder "Now young lady." 

She fell for my smile every time but now she's grown aware of it which pisses me off more. "Fine." I muttered and when I was out of earshot I muttered "Bitch." 

I went into my room and used the roller on my face until I looked like a fresh batch of paint. 

I like to refer us as that. 

We're new for a few hours and then soon we all start to "Rott" so we must freshen ourselves up. 

Like a fresh batch of paint. 

My door opened and my sister Zoya walked in. Now unlike me, she was born tall, fair and absolutely breathtaking. 

She is the only one that has a square face like my fathers which doesn't make her ugly which I found baloney. 

"Forgot to be beautiful again, Zaara?" I sneered at her. 

She is also the only one out of us siblings who doesn't have to roll her face every damn fucking day. 

"Shut up will you Zoya?" She innocently shrugged and narrowed her eyes at my dresser "Are you using my perfume?" 

Fuck I had forgotten to put it back. 

"Uh no?" One thing about me that everyone simply adores is that I'm a horrible liar. 

Great for show biz, am I right? 

"Zaara Martin I swear to god!" She picked up her perfume and let out a dramatic gasp "IT'S HALF EMPTY?" 

I shrugged and started plucking my nose hair "I had an extra long shoot and they told me to put on the perfume every time we took break." 

It was annoying, I was reeking of perfume so badly that I could still smell it on me after my daily every 4 hour shower. 

I swear to you I'm cleaner then white furniture. 

"I don't fucking care, do not touch my damn things!" I chuckled "k," Zoya hated one letter words. 

She glared at me "Do you need me to call for mother?" I glared back at her because if there was one thing that was scary other then my aunt, it was my mother. 

"No need," I gritted out "I won't use your perfume anymore." I turned back to the mirror, I watched Zoya smirk and huff out a "good." 

As she turned to walk away I muttered "Smells like ass anyway." and before I knew it Zoya was on top of me rubbing at my makeup and ruining my face that I had just started rolling. 

This shit takes me 2 hours! 

"I HATE YOU!" She yelled at me, I grabbed her hair and yanked it hard "NOT AS MUCH AS ME YOU WITCH!" 

"GIRLS!" Someone yelled as me and Zoya were pulled apart. I was glaring at her while she was glaring at me. 

Behind my mother was my entire family-who were scowling harder then the sun-and Humna who was recording us. 

"HUMNA PUT DOWN THE DAMN PHONE!" My father said in a stern voice. Humna stifled a laugh and stopped recording. 

As reality sunk in I cursed in my mind because I had broken the first rule of the Martin family. 

Never be unperfect.