I was about five years old when I told my first lie. It was to my kinder garden teacher Miss James. She asked why I didn’t color in the picture of the flower garden, and I simply told her that I forgot it at home. The truth was that I had the blank outline in my backpack and I was just going to take it home and do it tonight.
The feeling I got when my teacher confronted me was unbearable. My hands started sweating, my voice was shaking and to think it was all over some stupid drawing. I hated that feeling that I got in my stomach, and ever since then I haven’t lied, well ever since my last year of middle school.
It was my first year of Junior High School, and my friends and I were on top of the world. I was captain of my soccer team, a high honors student, and was surrounded by a good covey of friends. At the end of the first semester my work load started to increase, along with pressure and stress. I didn’t know how to handle all of this, I felt paltry and lost. That was when I stared talking to Baily.
Baily had a bad reputation. She didn’t play sports, or do well in school. She never talked much to the people in our grade, she mostly just hung out with a lot of upper class men. Many people believed that Baily was malignant, when really she was just a suppliant girl. The first time I skipped class I stumbled upon Baily in the bathroom. She looked quiet lethargic slumped against the wall sipping out of her water bottle. However, the clear liquid that swished around inside was not water.
We sat in a room filled with silence. I stood there staring at the crevice that peeked out from under my foot. Baily broke the silence by holding out her water bottle and asking if I wanted any. I wasn’t that close to her, but I could smell the sent of liqour that lingered in her words. I nodded my head and reached out for the bottle. I gripped the plastic tightly and took a quick swig. After nearly choking from the burning sensation that filled my throat Baily laughed and held her hand out with a smile and said, “Hey I’m Baily.”
I made a guttural noise and then answered, “H-Hi, I know, I had gym with you last year.”
“Oh that’s right! What are you doing skipping class? Your on honor role.. aren’t you?” I shook my head up and down, and thought about what I was doing. I’m sick of people seeing me as the perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect athlete. I just want to be me.
After that day Baily and I started skipping classes together. When the my teachers started catching on, they called my house. Luckily , my parents are both full time lawyers so I would always get my grip on the message machine before they could. Baily introduced many things to me such as alcohol, and a good friend of mine I like to call mary-jane. I made sure that my double life was furtive.
My life was a big covert. I found myself lying to everyone, even when it wasn’t necessary. I was getting tangled up in what was the truth and what I made seem like the truth. My parents started to get a little leery when all of my old friends stopped calling. I thought that if I continued my daily routines it would only get easier, when really it only got me more lost within myself. Little did I know, my second life was going to undulate.
Baily had an older brother in college. One night I said I was sleeping at her house. The truth was that I was sleeping at her house, but she, her mom, and her dad were in New York City for the weekend. Baily’s brother called me and said he was having some friends over and having a party. I hadn’t drank all week long, and the thought of free beer made my taste buds tingle.
When I arrived at the party I saw at least 15 cars parked up the long driveway. The music was pouring out of the house, along with the stench of liquor. I walked into the house and joined in on a game of pong. Before I could even get a sip of Bud Light, a pallar, gaunt girl ran into the room and yelled cops! We looked outside and saw red and blue lights flashing from the top of 3 cop cars, and heard the shrill of the sirens. I casted my drink and joined the heard of people trying to get through the back door. I tried squeezing my way through the crowd, but someone threshed their hand across my face. I then ran upstairs to Baily's room, and crouched on down on the floor in her closet.
I stayed in the closet for what seemed hours. My right leg was starting to go numb so I stood up. As I did, I hit Baily’s shelf and all of her shoes fell down to the floor. In the matter of seconds I heard loud, big foot steps pound up the staircase. At that point I knew I was busted. That night I was taken down to the police station for my parents to come and get me.
Thinking back, the worst part wasn’t getting arrested, or having my friends hate me, or letting my parents down, it was the fact that I realized my life had been a big lie. What started into skipping class, turned into getting arrested and loosing all of my dignity. I was grounded for about 8 months, and some time after I was still being upbraided. Looking back i realize that turning to alcohal and weed didn't make my life any easier, it just made it harder.
AUTHORS NOTES:
I would like my readers to understand the main message in my piece. I believe that my plot works well in this piece, however it wasn't that easy to write. My conclusion and my falling action could be a little better. While writing them, i wasn't sure which direction i wanted to steer my story in so it was difficult. I have to add in my vocabulary words. Also any suggestions would help. I would like my reader to comment on what they liked, what they didn't and what they think i should change.
