I really don't like lying to anyone, and I don't lie to my mother very often. The lies I have told her I usually tell her later, due to guilt. But the last lie I told was four weeks ago. I told her I was going to walk with a friend to school. I walked to my boyfriend's house instead of going to school. At noon I felt bad and told her the truth. I don't ditch school very often (that she knows- I usually ditch every now and then) but it's the first time she knew of, so she just told me to come home. We played Scrabble. :3
When I was younger, I was terrible. I was an awful little liar, lying about this and that. The most severe was when I was ten years old. I was a typical kid who liked playing with his friends, so my mom got walkie-talkies. But these cool ones that are instant. It's like a two way radio. Well, one day I was with my friends, and we were on a huge hill with our bikes. I thought going down the hill would break the radio, so I tossed it into a nearby field for some reason. The day was fun, until I had to go home. I was looking for the radio, but couldn't find it. I asked my friends to help, but they refused.
I was with four friends whom I remember, but no longer talk to- Marcus, Micheal, Richard, and Andrew. Marcus has always been a troublemaker, so I figured I could blame it on him. And so I tried. I got home and told my mother than Marcus took my radio and tossed it into the field. So she got in the car and drove to the hill (or at least close to it) and scolded Marcus. He swore he didn't do anything, and then I immediately confessed. She was so angry, she'd make Chuck Norris flinch.
Eventually I found it, but I was dreading the car back home. It was silent. No one spoke a word, but my mom was furious. She was totally aware of my lying, and she's sick of it. So when we got home, she called my uncle's cousin - a police officer - to come by and talk to me about my lying. My siblings were frantically crying. They thought the cop was going to take me away for something. I don't remember crying, but I don't remember fear. I wasn't afraid of cops they way I am now (they have so much power and I'm always afraid they might get me for some random thing).
The cops arrived and had a talk with me. I don't remember the talk exactly, but I do remember him saying something that I didn't own anything until I was eighteen. Then the cops left, and I learned my lesson.
...Wow, I'd tl;dr that.
