Started With a Lie

Chapter One: The Lie

Madison

"You better come to the party tonight." My best friend, Kirsten, threatingly said, jabbing her index finger at me.

"Kirstennn," I dragged out, "You know how strict my mom is about these things."

"You're 17 now, how hard could it possibly be?" She rolled her dark brown eyes in frustration, folding her arms with an attitude.

I groaned, giving up.

"Fine." I muttered, shoving my books into my locker.

"Great! Text you later!" She squealed, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder.

I rolled my eyes playfully, smiling at her sudden mood swing.

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"Could you pass the salt, sweetie?" My mom sweetly spoke, smiling slightly.

I grabbed the salt, giving it to her nervously. She frowned slightly, giving me a questioning look.

"Everything alright?" She raised her eyebrows with concern.

"Yeah, why wouldn't everything be alright, I mean, it's not like I'm nervous to ask you something, or want to go somewhere with your permission or anything... " I rambled off, playing around with the pasta on my plate.

She pulled her eyebrows together yet again, but this time, stretching across the small table to place her delicate hands on mine.

"Is your body changing again? It's normal, honey, I've been through -"

"Ew, mom stop!" I cut her off. How ridiculous is that?

She shot me another questioning look.

"Then what's the problem, sweetie?"

"I- uhm.. I just wanna go to this other party tonight..." I mumbled, avoiding eye contact with her golden-yellow eyes.

Her face immediately turned into a crimson color.

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" She embarrassingly took her hands away from mine, shifting in her seat.

"I just thought you would say no."

She nodded slightly, continuing to eat her dinner. After a few moments of silence, I popped the question.

"So, can I go to the party?" I asked hopefully, giving her the best innocent eyes I could muster up.

"Oh, the party?" She asked, causing me to nod eagerly. "Absolutely not." She stated firmly.

"What?!" I yelled, placing my fork down in anger.

"Do not raise your voice at the table, young lady." She warned, giving me a stern look.

"Oh come on, mom! Why not? I get good grades, I do my chores, I never misbehave!" I moaned like a five year old.

"Those are your responsibilities." She said, poking a forkful of pasta into her mouth.

"But mom! Calvin always gets to go out! That's so unfair!" I raised my voice, slightly.