It’s almost an art form for you.
Your parents ask the same questions over and over again, so you know how to handle them. They’re probably scared to pry deeper in search of the truth.
When they press, you give them just a little bit. Enough to get them off of your back.
You rarely slip.
Once, a teacher noticed something and called your house. That was fun. You had to pretend that you were happy for a while after that.
It was an art teacher. Figures! Art is your weak spot.
You hate being asked to draw anything, and when you do, it’s bland … stick figures, generic shapes, or nothing at all.
Putting feelings on paper doesn’t work for you.
Perhaps you should have practiced lying in your drawings a little bit more. Fluffy rabbits might have saved you a headache.