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...