Started With a Lie

Chapter Two: The News

Madison

Lie after lie, after lie, after lie.

That's all it's been last week. I regret ever going to the party, girls are forever asking me how Justin is, and how soft his hair is, and all that creepy stuff.

At one point, I found a note in my locker asking me how big 'Jerry' was... What the hell is Jerry?

I must admit, the attention feels good, but it's not a good type of attention. It was finally the last period of the day, and I honestly felt like ditching since Karen was in this class with me.

I made my way to my seat, earning some waves and glares from these so called 'beliebers' was it?

The bell rung, the class instantly swarming with the usual late comers, including Karen.

She deliberately bumped into my desk, making me groan.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Please don't tell Justin about this, if you're even dating him." She laughed bitchily.

"I am, and he already doesn't like you." I stated with confidence, making a few guys chuckle under their breath.

Karen scoffed and sashayed to her desk.

"Alright, settle down." Mr. Harvey continued, "So tomorrow is the field trip to New York, where we will be sightseeing. You will be allowed to go out at the evenings, but there is a schedule you have to follow. Especially since we're joining a very special dinner party at our hotel. Please bring your permission slips by tomorrow, if you haven't already. This one week field trip will be worth it." He winked, beginning to call out attendance.

"Mr. Harvey?" Karen called out way too innocently.

"Yes, Karen?"

"Did you say 'New York'? For a week?" She glanced back at me, smirking.

"Yes, is there a problem?" Mr. Harvey asked.

"No, of course not. I just think we can all finally meet Madisons' boyfriend, Justin Bieber. Y'know, because he's going to have a concert in New York this week? But I mean, Madison already knew that, right Madison?" She turned to smirk at me again.

Little bitch.

I smiled, "Of course, I can't wait to see him."

"And we'll all get to meet him too, right?" She perked, flipping her hair over one shoulder.

A few girls squealed somewhere in the class.

"Yup, you'll all get to meet him." I seethed through gritted teeth.

"Great! Can't wait!" She turned back around, the smirk still plastered on her face.

I just keep on adding to my pile of lies.

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"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled, plopping my backpack onto the floor.

"In the art room, sweetie!" A faint voice yelled back.

My mom was an amazing artist, she spent her time creating masterpieces that the world is yet to see.