I had a maths lesson today. It was kind of boring. Our teacher looks kind of like Professor McGonagell, from Harry Potter. But anyway, I'm going off the subject. In maths today, I found out that, in maths, rules are not made to be broken. 1+1 will always equal 2, and 10 divided by 5 will never be 3. This annoys me... I'm a writer. Creative, a rule-breaker. But it annoys my parents, my teachers, because I make up stories, things to make lessons more interesting. My teachers don't think of it as that, though. They call me a liar...
No one knows why the word bothers me so much. If my brother so much as says "Natasha, liar, liar, pants on fire!" I get upset and cry for 20 minutes. Not even my mum understands it. Of course, she wants to know why... but each time she brings it up, I walk away, tears glistening in my eyes. It's not that I don't want to tell. But I promised her...
2 years ago, my best friend Cherry ran away from home. She made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone why. When the police asked, I lied. I told them I hadn't seen her, and about a week after a man, probably some-one Cherry asked to give a statement, told them he saw her commit suicide. This makes me a liar.
The word reminds me of her....
Thanks for posting. This was an interesting, serious post. I feel the same way; creativity isn't wrong OR right, there are no rules.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I actually did this really quickly on a Freewrite to calculate my Word Goal. I'm doing NaNoWriMo even though I think it's national in America, not England... :p
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