Lies

I sat in the managers office on the grey, bumpy chair. My legs rested on the managers desk as he picked up the phone to call my parents. "What's their phone number?" The manager asked grimly. The manger had a golden-blonde goatee and a smooth, bald head. She wore shades so you couldn't see his eyes, but I knew they had a sharp look to them.

"My parents," I replied, folding my arms, "are dead."

"Oh really?" The manager replied. "No guardian, no adult?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

The man grumbled,"What's your name?"

"Clover Sweet." Of corse that was not true. Every word I say is never really the truth. No, my parents are not dead, and no, my name is not Clover. My real name is Virginia Brown, and as my friends say, I am a expert liar.

"Okay then Clover," the manager said, pushing my coal black boots of the desk. "Where do you live?"

"Oh, I don't live here. I'm just here visiting a close friend who is injured In a horrible accident. The only place I am staying is the bus station."

The manager mumbled, he probably had no idea what to believe. I do that to people. "And how exactly did that lipstick get into your purse, eh?" The man stood up and got right into my face. I could see his eyes now, they looked as sharp as blades. "I only tell the truth sir," I lied. "I have no idea."

"Are you sure you have no idea?" He raised his scruffy eyebrows.

"I have no idea." I said.

The manager look closer at my face, we almost touched noses. The manager grunted and laid back in his chair. "Your free to go." I gave him a kind smile and stood up. "Thanks you." I said walking out the door. I heard him make one last moan as I left. As I walked out of the store, I pulled out the rosy red lipstick from my purse. "Too easy." I said to myself. My friend Xzavier waited outside for me like always. And as usual, he would always say "I don't think you should be stealing stuff, it's not right." He said the same thing as I walked out of the cosmetics store.

"Look X," I said, putting on the lipstick. "If you had a talent like moi, you would do the same thing."

"But one day your lying isn't going to save you, you'll get caught and something bad is going to happen." Xzavier warned me.

"You crack me up, Xzavier." I chuckled.