I Know What Rhymes With Orange
Introduction
I am a compulsive liar. I almost never tell an ounce of truth, and when I do I twist it up to make it a lie. See lying is not an easy pastime/hobby. It takes some skills and some time to become an expert.
First, you must watch people. Observe them. Not stalker like; that’s creepy. Watch their expressions as they are speaking or listening to someone speak.
Secondly, talk to someone who is known for lying. Take tips from them. Tips of what not to do of course.
Thirdly, practice. You know what they say ‘practice makes perfect and it is true. Just start small and work your way up. You don’t want your first lie to be ‘I’m a vampire.’ No one will believe you… Obviously…
Fourth don’t make your lies obvious. Be realistic. If you say that your got shot, people are gonna want proof. Duh!
Fifthly; the most important rule. Remember your lies! Do not, and I repeat and emphasis, do not forgot a lie. If so you’ll be in this big maze of lies, and you won’t know how to get yourself out of it unless you fake your death, or get a new identity or something.
Over time you will get so used to lying that it comes naturally. Lying isn’t a bad thing you should see where it’s gotten me!
My best friend is happier, my grades are better, and my neighbor Mrs. Guttman doesn’t even know that breaking her imported candle holder wasn’t an accident. I’m good. Life couldn’t be better.
Hold on. I’ve got a text. It must be from Rooney.
From Rue:
Hw culd u?! I thought we were friends! U lied 2 me Silviana! I nver want 2 see u again. Our friendship is over!
Yeah, it can’t get better, because it’s getting worse.
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I Know What Rhymes With Orange
Teen FictionSilver is a sixteen year old girl who lives in her own world... literally. This world of hers only exists in that crowded brain of hers. Sam is her imaginary friend, who has always been there for her, but to other people Sam is just a hallucination...
