The person I thought to be my friend is actually a compulsive liar. She said that she was getting hurt at home, yelled at. She told me that her mom died and that she was going to have to live with her abusive step-dad. She said that she hasn't been eating or sleeping. She told me about how her brother died. Her sister-in-law lost the twins in a car accident, that she miscarried her third child. She said that her sister-in-law took her life after losing all three kids and her husband.
None of that was true.
No one is hurting her at home. She doesn't get yelled at every night. Her mom is perfectly fine, still living in California, not Wisconsin. She doesn't have to live with her abusive step-dad, because he doesn't exist. She eats lunch and snacks in all her classes. There is no way she hasn't slept in three weeks straight. Her brother didn't die in an accident because she has no brother. If she has no brother then she has no sister-in-law. She didn't lose the twins.
It's all just been lies. I can't stand to be around her.
I actually feel bad for her. Like what is so wrong in her life that she needs to make up such horrible lies to make herself feel so bad? Does she think that this is all real? I truly don't know. I don't even know her.
What is the truth in all of these lies? Is there any? ...
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Chaos and Confusion
Non-FictionKit is your average 16 year old teenager. Good grades, some good friends, and spends a good amount of time watching tv. But kit is different in some ways. They are Non-binary and pansexual. Xe doesn't live with their parents, rather they live in fos...
