Peter
I lie. I lie all the damn time. I sometimes don't realize I lied until it's too late. You know how everyone has a special talent - some are very good at drawing, like Maria for example. Some at sports. Well, mine is lying. And my other one is to make a mess from the lie I told.
When I broke my mom’s vase when I was ten I said I had no idea what happened. Then she assumed Busuit did it. At the time our dog was only two months old and she naturally assumed Biscuit did it. I felt so guilty that I told my mom the truth. I was grounded for a week - it was some really special vase, or whatever. I just couldn’t accept the fact that Biscuit would be punished. But she is a dog, she would never know why my mom acted cold towards her. And I had to admit what happened. But I made a bigger m
