Third Person: Micah didn't like having to lie to people, but it was something that he was used to. A little lie to his mother each morning, to tell her to not worry about him, that he wasn't being picked on at school. That was a lie, and he was pretty sure she knew it, but hearing her son say that he was doing okay must have made her realize it wasn't a big deal. Even though it was, and he had to eat lunch in the bathroom each day to avoid the bullies that liked to pick on him. It wasn't the same until his mom made it able for him to go to a private school, and even though that didn't last very long because they had to go on the run, Micah had enjoyed his time there. No one got onto him for having dirty clothes, or packing weird lunches because he didn't have normal food at his house. Everyone at the private school was equally weird in their own way, from the things that they liked, to the fact that some of them even talked to themselves in between classes.
Lying to his teachers was never a problem, since Micah didn't let himself get very attached to any of them. He had moved a lot growing up, and usually went through three or four schools a year, so he never let himself actually get to like any of his teachers. He respected all of them, of course, and was always polite, but he had no problem lying to them. Of course his mom was alright, and he was just fine. No, he wasn't ever home alone, he was too young for that!
Eventually, he had even been able to lie to himself, and honestly believed that things would be okay. His dad would get out of jail, his mom would stop letting Jessica take over so much, and she'd stop doing those dirty things over the internet. Niki was his mom, and his dad's wife. No one else needed to see her doing those kinds of things. He told himself all of the time that he'd only have to keep stealing money from ATMs long enough for his family to get back together, and get somewhere safe. Only that never happened. His dad went to go get Jessica back, but didn't make it back home alive. His mom was buried only a few months later. At least they were together now, side by side in the ground. Micah wouldn't ever see them again.
But he had gotten good at lying, especially to himself; and as he packed his backpack filled with his favorite belongings, he told himself that Monica and Damon wouldn't miss him, and that his grandmother would be better off without one more mouth to feed. Things were still rough in New Orleans after the hurricane, and even though they tried not to show it, Micah was dead weight. He had even stopped doing well in school. But things would be better, he knew, once he got away and found somewhere new. It'd be easy to make everyone believe he had a parent with him, that he was just a kid who was given too much freedom to do the things he wanted.
And because he knew that, it was easy to lie and say that he possibly had a chance for a happy ending after all.
Micah Sanders « Heroes « DONE!
Micah didn't like having to lie to people, but it was something that he was used to. A little lie to his mother each morning, to tell her to not worry about him, that he wasn't being picked on at school. That was a lie, and he was pretty sure she knew it, but hearing her son say that he was doing okay must have made her realize it wasn't a big deal. Even though it was, and he had to eat lunch in the bathroom each day to avoid the bullies that liked to pick on him. It wasn't the same until his mom made it able for him to go to a private school, and even though that didn't last very long because they had to go on the run, Micah had enjoyed his time there. No one got onto him for having dirty clothes, or packing weird lunches because he didn't have normal food at his house. Everyone at the private school was equally weird in their own way, from the things that they liked, to the fact that some of them even talked to themselves in between classes.
Lying to his teachers was never a problem, since Micah didn't let himself get very attached to any of them. He had moved a lot growing up, and usually went through three or four schools a year, so he never let himself actually get to like any of his teachers. He respected all of them, of course, and was always polite, but he had no problem lying to them. Of course his mom was alright, and he was just fine. No, he wasn't ever home alone, he was too young for that!
Eventually, he had even been able to lie to himself, and honestly believed that things would be okay. His dad would get out of jail, his mom would stop letting Jessica take over so much, and she'd stop doing those dirty things over the internet. Niki was his mom, and his dad's wife. No one else needed to see her doing those kinds of things. He told himself all of the time that he'd only have to keep stealing money from ATMs long enough for his family to get back together, and get somewhere safe. Only that never happened. His dad went to go get Jessica back, but didn't make it back home alive. His mom was buried only a few months later. At least they were together now, side by side in the ground. Micah wouldn't ever see them again.
But he had gotten good at lying, especially to himself; and as he packed his backpack filled with his favorite belongings, he told himself that Monica and Damon wouldn't miss him, and that his grandmother would be better off without one more mouth to feed. Things were still rough in New Orleans after the hurricane, and even though they tried not to show it, Micah was dead weight. He had even stopped doing well in school. But things would be better, he knew, once he got away and found somewhere new. It'd be easy to make everyone believe he had a parent with him, that he was just a kid who was given too much freedom to do the things he wanted.
And because he knew that, it was easy to lie and say that he possibly had a chance for a happy ending after all.