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I Lied October 17, 2016 I’m sorry. I try not to lie, but sometimes I can’t help myself. Everybody lies sometimes. I guess I lie a lot. Maybe too much. At my Middle School Prom night, my chest and tummy did not swell up when I finished off a big box of assorted chocolates. And my buttons didn’t pop off and hit Ted in the face. That was all a lie. Well, except the eating a box of chocolates beforehand. That was true. And the results were a mess. I mean a real mess. And this time I’m not lying. I saw Ted just as I walked into the decorated gym. He smiled. I loved his smile. Anyway, I could feel the chocolate rising in my throat. I covered my mouth and ran to the upstairs girls’ bathroom--where I threw up. Vomited. Retched. Heaved. All over the front of my new dress. And it stank. I tried to wash it off with toilet tissue and water, but that didn’t help. I heard someone coming, so I hid in the third stall. My friend Suellen called my name. I knew she would understand, so I come out of my hiding place. She stepped toward me, but stopped abruptly. “Suellen,” I said. “I’m a total mess. What should I do?” Holding her nose, she said, “You stink.” “I know.” “Then get back in that stall and stay there until the party’s over.” She shoved me back inside and left. And left! And didn’t return even when the party was over. After the ball, the place fell quiet. I waited and waited. After an hour or so, my wonderful, sweet mom found me. She immediately held her nose. “Mom! I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so embarrassed. Can you take me home?” “Sure,” she said. “But you’ll have to walk. I don’t want you to smell up my car.” The walk was about two miles. I’ll never wear heels again. Wait! Was the buttons hitting Ted in the face the lie? Or was this the lie? I am so confused! –Rachell Elaine Jackson
©  Copyright Rachell Elaine Jackson.  All Rights Reserved.  Website design and hosting by North Mobile Internet Services, Inc.

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I Lied October 17, 2016 I’m sorry. I try not to lie, but sometimes I can’t help myself. Everybody lies sometimes. I guess I lie a lot. Maybe too much. At my Middle School Prom night, my chest and tummy did not swell up when I finished off a big box of assorted chocolates. And my buttons didn’t pop off and hit Ted in the face. That was all a lie. Well, except the eating a box of chocolates beforehand. That was true. And the results were a mess. I mean a real mess. And this time I’m not lying. I saw Ted just as I walked into the decorated gym. He smiled. I loved his smile. Anyway, I could feel the chocolate rising in my throat. I covered my mouth and ran to the upstairs girls’ bathroom--where I threw up. Vomited. Retched. Heaved. All over the front of my new dress. And it stank. I tried to wash it off with toilet tissue and water, but that didn’t help. I heard someone coming, so I hid in the third stall. My friend Suellen called my name. I knew she would understand, so I come out of my hiding place. She stepped toward me, but stopped abruptly. “Suellen,” I said. “I’m a total mess. What should I do?” Holding her nose, she said, “You stink.” “I know.” “Then get back in that stall and stay there until the party’s over.” She shoved me back inside and left. And left! And didn’t return even when the party was over. After the ball, the place fell quiet. I waited and waited. After an hour or so, my wonderful, sweet mom found me. She immediately held her nose. “Mom! I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so embarrassed. Can you take me home?” “Sure,” she said. “But you’ll have to walk. I don’t want you to smell up my car.” The walk was about two miles. I’ll never wear heels again. Wait! Was the buttons hitting Ted in the face the lie? Or was this the lie? I am so confused! –Rachell Elaine Jackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens

RachellElaineJackson
RachellElaineJackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens