This Is What Happens When My Life Becomes a Book
I didn't want to save this on the computer just because I hate when people stumble upon my stuff and then read it, then I get asked awkward questions about it, so I'm posting it here for safe keeping. More to come if you're interested, though I might just save it in a password locked word document too.
The day that broke it all, was the day I found out I had been lied to. Breaking promises was one thing, lying was a completely different ball game.
I was sitting in English class, completely minding my own business. We were working on our props for Macbeth and I was busy making my witch’s mask. Oftentimes while I am working completely silently, I will attempt to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations. However, I was busy listening to my headphones and completely content that way. It must have been between songs, or maybe I had my music quiet, because the next thing I knew I was listening in on Amy Paula’s conversation. I didn’t even mean to. I wish I hadn’t.
She began naming off a group of people, saying something about “Tuesday night”. I knew what they all had been doing, from the names she mentioned; it was obvious.
“Was Randy the only guy there?” Mike, the one Amy had been talking to, asked.
“No, Bundy was there too.”
I dropped my mask.
Megan cast me a sympathetic look. Then she gestured in a way that was asking me if I had known about this.
“He told Chris he was too tired to go out on Tuesday night,” I whispered, breathless.
Ashley turned to me too. She had heard Amy’s comment the same as we had. We couldn’t believe that she would talk about him so openly, knowing that I was right there. Maybe she didn’t know that he had been trying to quit. Although, I distinctly remembered times when he had told me that he had talked to Amy about it and it had made him feel better.
I looked at Megan and Ashley. “Whatever,” I said glumly. “I’m over it.”
That was a complete lie.
I had his best friend confirm for me that we both had in fact been lied to that night and that he had broken his promise again.
Not like I was surprised. He had broken his promise the weekend before too. Except he was too stupid to hide it from me. Instead, we hung out as if nothing were happening. I couldn’t stand the awkwardness that night; we both knew what had gone on but neither would say a word about it. So I drove him home early and went to bed.
“Are you mad at him?” Chris asked me. He seemed genuinely concerned.
“I’m not so much mad that he did it, but that he lied to us.”
The day that broke it all, was the day I found out I had been lied to. Breaking promises was one thing, lying was a completely different ball game.
I was sitting in English class, completely minding my own business. We were working on our props for Macbeth and I was busy making my witch’s mask. Oftentimes while I am working completely silently, I will attempt to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations. However, I was busy listening to my headphones and completely content that way. It must have been between songs, or maybe I had my music quiet, because the next thing I knew I was listening in on Amy Paula’s conversation. I didn’t even mean to. I wish I hadn’t.
She began naming off a group of people, saying something about “Tuesday night”. I knew what they all had been doing, from the names she mentioned; it was obvious.
“Was Randy the only guy there?” Mike, the one Amy had been talking to, asked.
“No, Bundy was there too.”
I dropped my mask.
Megan cast me a sympathetic look. Then she gestured in a way that was asking me if I had known about this.
“He told Chris he was too tired to go out on Tuesday night,” I whispered, breathless.
Ashley turned to me too. She had heard Amy’s comment the same as we had. We couldn’t believe that she would talk about him so openly, knowing that I was right there. Maybe she didn’t know that he had been trying to quit. Although, I distinctly remembered times when he had told me that he had talked to Amy about it and it had made him feel better.
I looked at Megan and Ashley. “Whatever,” I said glumly. “I’m over it.”
That was a complete lie.
I had his best friend confirm for me that we both had in fact been lied to that night and that he had broken his promise again.
Not like I was surprised. He had broken his promise the weekend before too. Except he was too stupid to hide it from me. Instead, we hung out as if nothing were happening. I couldn’t stand the awkwardness that night; we both knew what had gone on but neither would say a word about it. So I drove him home early and went to bed.
“Are you mad at him?” Chris asked me. He seemed genuinely concerned.
“I’m not so much mad that he did it, but that he lied to us.”