I've always been a liar. I've never really had the ambition to tell the truth, as bad as that sounds. It came like breathing to me. It started with the white lies when I was little. Things that didn't really matter what side of the fence they fell. 'I washed my hands.' I actually just spit and dusted them on my jeans. 'My stomach hurts, I can't go to school.' It's not like my parents cared or even bothered to notice. Their attention was solely focused on my prized older brother. Even though they didn't know, I did. That made me crave it more. It's when i got older than it became a problem. Like with friends. When it 'sliped' from my mouth that I saw Nicole's boyfriend hooking up with Erica during fourth period when I'm pretty sure they were just smoking a joint. But Nicole believed me because she had no reason not to. Something about this place, I don't wanna leave. It's different this time. Maybe that's what home is. What love is. What family is. When it pulls out honesty.
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