“So, a funeral, huh?”
By the time I reached Mr. Bloom’s door, Mr. Brady had made his way there too, and he leaned against the wall, preventing me from going inside. I lowered my head and blushed, not wanting him to see it. What do I do? This is all because of my stupid lie.
“Is that really the best lie you could come up with?” he chuckled. “You really suck at this.”
I know that. You don’t need to remind me.
“I wasn’t lying.” I kept my head hanging low as I murmured those words, now having to go along with my mistake before he could punish me for it.
“Oh?” his eyebrow shot up as it often did whenever he victoriously suspected something.
“It was… a distant relative.” I thought as I spoke, which probably only gave away my lie even more.
“Hmm…” Mr. Brady extended his hum in a sing-song
