“Hi, my name is Alice and I am a compulsive liar.”
I looked around at the faces that sat in a circle around me. All attention was turned on me as I pronounced this truth. The past few years had been a whirlwind of lies and stories, but now it had to end. The lady sitting at the head of the group nodded curtly. She was an older women with silvery hair, and at first glance she looked frail until she opened her mouth and it became clear that she was not frail, but a force to be reckoned with.
“Okay, so tell us, why do you think you lie?”
The question was simple. I paused for a moment. Why do I lie? Honestly, I wasn’t sure. You see, I would never mean to lie. It just happened. It would start with a true story and then build up into this grand spiel, then I would have to lie to cover my lies and it felt as though I could never stop lying. I told this to the group and they all nodded sympathetically.
“Well then. Let's get it started with you sharing one of your lies.”
I cast my mind back. Sometimes I had trouble from telling the truth from the lies.
“Well there was this one time…”
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Teen FictionAlice is a liar. Pure and simple. But please don't get the wrong idea, she doesn't really want to be. She's started going to a class to, you know, stop lying. This is a collection of all her tall stories she tells the group. From chihuahuas to sombr...
