Life Of The President's Daughter

Lies lies and not the full truth

Just as Anabelle finishes her back-handspring (only to fall to the mat) I check the time on my iPhone. "Hey Bella what time did you say your dad was picking you up?" She hops up and cartwheels to her phone, "Five thirty why, you never want me to leave early." "I know it's just my dad... Uh... I mean your dad probably wants you home for dinner."
I check my phone again, 5:30, on the nose, my dad is coming at 5:45 and he is never late. If Bella is here when he comes, who knows what will happen.

"I see my dad's car!" She screams in my ear, her voice softly echoing across the massive house. And just as the door opens and she gives a cute wave to the black convertible, she turns to me and says, "And speaking of dads, how come I've never seen yours? I mean your mom doesn't work and you live in a house bigger than mine, which is unbelievable."
I think nervously about what to say before stuttering, " He just travels a lot for work," (lie)," and he is only in town a few days a year," (lie)," and his job pays really well, as for the house."(not telling the full truth is not lying ok)

I scan her face to see if my story was believable and then she says "Alrighty then see you Monday in tigers den." Tigers den is my high school Groveshore hill's version of study hall, and Anabelle and I both have it first period. She leaves out the front door, hoping down the 7 steps that lead to the porch, and then getting into her dads shiny black convertible that soon speeds away.

I wish I could tell Anabelle the truth, I really do, it's just, she is one of the most popular girls in school (along with me) and if she so much as mentions anything in a tweet, the entire school is bound to know in about 7.23 seconds.