How I wish I was buried somewhere before this confrontation.
I gulped for the third time, trying to come up with a decent excuse that sounded reasonable but I didn't know what teacher Stella had told him.
“You didn't attended yesterday's piano class” he asserted, his voice even but I could feel chills down my spine. “Where were you?”
My Dad hated lies. I didn't know what to say because I didn't know the whole thing. My parents gaze bore into me, and I had the urge to somewhere.
“I, um” my palms were sweaty, and the coiling of my stomach made the toast I ate churn. “I didn't go to classes yesterday.”
“I know that. I'm asking why? Your teacher said you reported sick as the reason of absence, but that's not the case, is it?”
It would have been, if not for me getting drunk and taking
