Big Lies and a Good Life

Chapter 1: A Little Charm to a Teacher

I have told too many lies in my life. The big ones and the little ones. I have to tell myself this game is over because now the lies are important.
Hi i'm Victoria and i have a great horror story to tell you. It all started when i was 13 years old. It was October 30th and i was at my grandmas house. I had gone out to get a bag of hot Cheetos but when i got home hot Cheetos were not what i wanted anymore. I wanted my grandma back
"Grandma!" i yelled shoving a cardboard box to the side and walked into the TV room.
There she was. Grandma Kelly was gone. I let out a sob and took the phone off of the table and called my mom.
"Mom! Grandma Kelly is dead! Come now! I cant do this!" I said between sobs.
"Vicky, honey i'm coming. Stay safe my love. I will be there in 20 minutes." Mom said softly.
I sat on a kitchen stool sobbing with a journal i found next to grandma. In the journal, the latest entry was yesterday. It said:
10/29, i love teaching and i want my little Vicky to be a teacher like me. Victoria is such a sweet girl and has another side to her that just makes me want her to be a teacher. Vicky if you ever read this, i love you and i hope my little charm becomes a teacher.
The second i read this i cried harder and knew that i had to do this. I have to make grandma happy because she has done so much for me.
That night as i lay in my bed crying my mom walked in. She was holding a tissue and crying. What was i supposed to do i couldnt let her cry more. I walked over to her and hugged her then i handed her grandma's journal. I kept the page that talked about me being a teacher but i let her keep the rest. Grandma had written so much about her and how much she loved her kids. The worst part of all was getting through the funeral, that was tomorrow. This was going to be a disaster considering the fact everyone was in tears.
I walked downstairs and lifted a glass bowl from the sink. I washed it and went to get food. Grandma's favorite food which is apple pie lay on the counter. I took a piece of pie and quietly walked back upstairs. I went back to crying and then i couldnt take it anymore. This day was getting worse and i was done, i cant wait until im in high school.