• White Lie Love


    NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR~

    A friend of mine once told me to write a life story. So I said I would, and I thought about it for the longest time. Finally I just told my self, “Write what you always write, and put a little life in it.” Only I could never find the killer story line. It was all the same! Then one night, I was dozing and came across an idea for a movie, figuring that I couldn’t make a movie, I made a book. The story line has plenty of life in it, real and a dream. Love, misery, happiness, I could place it all in this one book! So then I started to perfect it, how to put the feelings that I feel while writing. I want there to be tears, to really feel, to feel angry, to have opinions about the book. Not just a normal adventure story where you always agree with the heroine. No, something stronger where you feel anger towards the characters, know that some of their mistakes won’t turn out ok. That’s what I sat down to write. I just hope I did pretty well.

    J.





    The White Lie
    Rosie Dawn-

    My life has always been good. Even now, as a woman of 40 with two kids running about the house playing monsters, my mother is in the next room trying to calm them down. I write my life’s story. It really is beautiful, and I just hope that my fairytale can be told as well as it was lived. So here I go.

    I was 15 and in high school, it was my second year. And I was happy, I had and I-pod, cell phone, laptop all that a girl of 15 could want. My best friend Emily was always there for me. I had a crush on the hottest boy in school, just like every other girl in my class. I got mainly A’s or B’s, so my life to say was a perfect life. The only thing to make it a fairytale at that moment, would be for Tommy Brass, to invite me to the summer dance. It was in a month and I had been dreaming about it for the longest time. Emily and I were just walking out of math class when this story begins. The halls weren’t that crowed in our school, we had the biggest halls in the city, and the largest classroom. The school was named “the largest.” The largest sign, the largest doors, the largest about of school kids, and the largest amount of kids to skip school, but on that day, we were very proud of our largest stuff.

    As Emily and I walked out of class with the 50 other students, a boy ran passed.

    “No running in the halls!” Our teacher shouted.

    “Can’t stop! James Kepper has a gun at his head!” the boy shouted with out stopping. At that news the whole class ran down the hall. This was something big.

    “Who is James Kepper?” Emily asked me.

    “Tall boy, with big glasses, and spit always over his mouth.”

    “Him! But if he’s the top of the class!”

    “Rumor has it that his father beats him, and his mother left him two years ago. His friends make him do their homework, so he is pretty alone.” We ran a little faster then stopped abruptly.

    “Sad life.”

    “You telling me? I wouldn’t be alive up to today if it were me!” The wiggled to the front of the up roar, and sure enough, there was James in the middle of a circle with a silver gun to his head crying. Our teacher took over.

    “James Kepper, drop that gun this instant! Why would you want to shoot yourself?”

    “Why not?” His voice cried out. Pain was loaded up in it. He was so helpless standing there looking out at all the people. The teacher looked exasperated. James shot out.

    “You and your perfect life! How would you know what it is like to be miserable! How would you know whether or not you would want to live!” A kid from the audience shouted out.

    “But if you die! Who will do our school work?” It was a football star. The class snickered slightly, but grew quite. The teacher looked at the star.

    “Mr. Farfalle, meet me in my office now!” The star followed at the heels of the teacher.

    James looked out, even more miserable. No one cared about him even in his darkest hour.

    Emily took charge, “James really, there has to be a better way then killing yourself!”

    “I don’t see it.” The gun that had been lowered was raised to his head. I bit my lip. The whole school looked on expecting to see blood. There would have been had I not shouted out.

    “James! Don’t kill your self!” He stopped for a moment. He turned his dirty blond hair towards me. I looked at him for a moment. He had black eyes that were a well of sadness, his blond hair, was long and shaggy. And he was tall and skinny. Did I really want to do what I was about to do? I knew right away that it was worth it.

    “Why not?” He asked.

    “Because, because… because I love you!” I shouted it out, the whole school looked at me. Emily stared at me. I couldn’t believe I did it. I never loved him, never even thought about him. The gun dropped from him hand, and he crumpled to the ground in tears. I stood for a moment then went over to him. His body racked with sobs. I had to do it, whether I liked it or not. So I knelt down and hugged him. Rocked with him. I had to pretend I loved him until… until when? Until he discovered the truth? I sat there with him, and tears began to p***k at my own eyes, all my dreams had gone in just four words, the dance, a boyfriend, all of it. And I sat there, holding him, I knew he wouldn’t let me go, and if I let him go, he would shoot himself, without another thought. So I sat there, and stroked his hair. Sat with him until a teacher came and helped us to our feet. The teacher led him away, with the gun and all. The teacher looked and me. And as if he could read my thoughts, told me no, that he would take care of James.

    The principal came out then and told the students to head home. Emily and I walked to my house.

    “You don’t really love him do you?” Emily asked. I shook my head.

    “Why did you do that?”

    “Was a white lie worth a life?”

    “What about your life?”

    “Em, my family is going to Egypt this winter. I hope he will forget me by the time I get back, or it will all chill out.”

    “I think you and I both know that that will not happen, Rose”

    “I know, but it can only last until after high school, then we have to go our own separate ways. My life isn’t ruined, and his might be saved.” We had reached her brick condo.

    “See you later.” She said and went in. I headed down the street to my own home, a mile away.

    We lived in a brick house that had enough room for a family of 5, we had private pool, and hot tub, not to mention a spot of land. The house was expensive. I ran home, I needed to talk to my mom.



    When I did arrive home my mom was cooking, I walked right in and said, “Mom, I need to talk.” She stopped for a moment, turned around, considered me, then turned off everything she was working on, including the pudding that has to given undivided attention for an hour. She dropped it all to hear me out. That is, after making some hot chocolate.

    My mom is great like that, you need here, out comes the chocolate and she drops everything to hear you out. I don’t know how but she always knows when she is needed. We sat down at the table and we talked.

    “What is it dear?”

    “Boy trouble?”

    “What kind, because you and I both know that you, especially YOU, don’t have just any boy trouble.” I looked at her, her brown hair was pulled back, and she had on a yellow dress. I then told her the whole thing. By the time it was done, she stared at me amazed, she then started to cry slowly, not of misery but of pride.

    “What you did today, is by far, the strongest thing you have every done. You, you have made me so proud. If I could give you a prize I would, I don’t know how you did it, I never would have done it.”

    “Mom, I need your help to get through this. I don’t even know if I made the right choice!” The tears stopped in an instant.

    “Listen to me, what you did was right, and no one other then you could have done that. Live up to what you did today, and never doubt it.”

    “Yes, mom.” I was at peace, she had helped me again for the millionth time.

    After that I did my homework and watch some T.V., I then went up to bed.

    I lay there and thought, I am so very young, to take on this. I don’t know how I will but I will.







    James Kepper-



    Rose saved my life that day, it was a relief to know someone cared for me, in a world of dark and angry faces. The day after she saved me, I stood by the steps waiting for her. I saw her, coming down the path with Emily, laughing at a joke. She was beautiful. Her long hair, that curled about her face, with her laughing eyes that seemed to laugh all the time. When I saw them laughing my smile went to a frown, maybe she didn’t love me, I thought, but then she saw me, waved and ran towards me.

    “James, I am so glad to see you didn’t kill yourself while I was gone.” I just smiled at her, and looked at my toes. She laughed and took my arm and walked with me into school. Emily was with her, but we didn’t talk, I was enveloped in her warm touch.

    “James! James!” Emily was saying something. I jumped out of my reverie.

    “Oh. Yes?” I asked.

    “James, I was saying that the bell rang, and your going to have to let go of Rose’s so she can go to class.” I realized that I had been gripping it, so I let it go. And then walked into my own class, slightly embarrassed.

    I didn’t pay much attention though the class, my mind was on her, the whole time. I dreamed of her face everywhere. In church, in school, in bed, I waited anxiously for her at school, everyday she would run up to me, and touch my arm. Emily sometimes walked with us into school. But with the dance coming near, she stayed around outside, where the hot boys were.

    It was during one of these days that Emily came up to be while I was waiting for Rose.

    “James, we need to talk.”

    “Ok?” I said, and then looked down and mumbled, “About what?”

    “Rose silly.” My head jerked up. “Don’t give me that worried look, she’s fine, just had to walk her younger sister to school today, she’s going to be late. No, I wanted to talk about the dance.”

    “I will only go with Rose.” I said, and crossed my arms with a pout.

    “Silly! I am not asking to go with you, I am telling you to ask Rose if you want her to go with you. Other wise someone else is going to, and she will have to go with them if you don’t ask!”

    “I don’t want to.”

    “What do you mean, you just told me you would only go with Rose?”

    “I don’t want to ask?” I mumbled. I also hung my head.

    “Why ever not?”

    “Because.” I said, and turned away and a bunch of guys passed by me saying, “My house tonight, I need a report done!”

    “Yeah mine to!!!” Tears appeared in my eyes.

    “Grow up, James! She can’t wait around for you forever! You have to make a move.”

    “I don’t know how.”

    “Have one of the guys teach you!” She was about to say more, but a teenager came up and touched her on the shoulder.

    “Hi Emily, want to go to the dance with me?” He asked. Cute guy, with short brown hair that sort of curled about his head.

    “Oh Mark! I would love to.” Emily replied. And then walked off with him. Two days later I was ready to ask Rose out. I had watched a bunch of people being asked, and I knew how I wanted to do it. So when Rose came through, I walked up to her, just as she was waving good bye to Emily, who was walking off with Mark.

    She turned toward me and I took her hand, and kissed her. It was wonderful. Her lips pressed against mine. I held her close, and then broke away, she touched her lips and then I asked her, “Would you go to the dance with me??”

    “Why, James, well yes of course, um, my love.” We then walked into school together. I was rejoicing. I had kissed her, and the memory has stayed with me through all these years.





    Rose Dawn –



    “It might have been nice had not he slobbered all over my lips. I don’t think he ever kissed someone before.” I told Emily while we were out shopping for gowns.

    It was the Friday before the dance, and we were in the third gown shop.

    “And you have?”

    “I have had more experience then him!” Emily just laughed.

    “That may be so, but we have seen many gorgeous gowns, and you have loved so many, but why haven’t you bought one?”

    Emily had found a green one with a sheer ocean blue cloth over it, and little rhinestones on the bodice. It off set her red hair, and was cut a little to low for my taste. I of course would have chosen and similar gown, had someone other then James invited me.

    “I am looking for something that isn’t quite as enhancing to my figure.”

    “That is impossible, everything enhances your figure.”

    “Then something a little less revealing. I don’t want James getting the wrong idea, especially after he kissed me.”

    “I think you’re the first girl to every be invited to a dance who had wanted to hide her figure.”

    “You think?” We walked out of the store and into another. In the corner of the store was a summer dress, with a bright orange color, it had straps for sleeves, and a high neckline, it was a loose, and long sack gown.

    “I think I found my gown.”

    “The things not exactly pretty.”

    “But it covers.” I bought it, for twenty dollars.

    Later that day we had pizza at the most popular place in town, where we met Mark, Emily’s new found I-hope-he-will-be-my-boyfriend guy, there we shared a pepperoni pizza, and Emily told him the whole deal.

    “You kidding right??? You? But if you have such a great figure!” Emily was itching to slap him, but because he was still a maybe she help her hand.

    “Yeah, but that is exactly the last thing I want James to see. I don’t even know him!”

    “True, tough situation.”

    “You think.” I thought grumpily, I bit into my pizza, and thought a moment.

    “And I see no way out. I am stuck with him until the end of High school.”

    “Well, he may turn out to have a great personality!” Emily said, trying to lighten up the mood.

    “Yeah, I guess.” But I was not heartened. After that Mark and Emily went to the movies and I went home to talk with my mom.

    Once again she put everything down to talk with me.

    “I like the idea of a hideous dress. Very smart, I wonder where you going them?”

    “Mom, your not dumb.”

    “No, but still, I am not brilliant.”

    “Where’s dad?”

    “Shopping with Virgy.” Virgy, my little sis was 5 at the time, and loved to go anywhere with Dad.

    “I see, oh well.”

    “Dear, I am very proud of you. What your going though. Invite him over for dinner one of these days.”

    “I will, after the dance.”

    “Before.” I signed,

    “Yes, mother.”

    “Don’t you, “Mother” me!” She then laughed.





    James Kepper-



    I was waiting for Rose to come on the steps as I always do. When she came though, she didn’t wave, I was a little worried. She almost always did. Today, it appeared she had something to say, so I was quiet.

    “James, do you want to come over to my place for dinner the night before the dance?” I was shocked. No one had ever asked me over for anything other then to do school work. But then again, no one had ever loved me. Not even my father. My father, he would kill me if he knew I gone some place. I thought, and looked up into her face, her deep auburn hair, that curled about her face, her blue eyes, her tiny nose, and her rosy red lips, just like her name.

    “I’ll come.” I said. But fear hit me in a heart beat, but the smile that crossed her face made me forget about it for a time.

    I didn’t want to dress in my other sweaters that I almost always had, the only other thing, was something of my fathers. My drunk fathers. Every year, he had new clothes, I was still in the clothes from last year. But that night was something special. So that night, I snuck into his room and looked as quietly as I could for something to wear. I found a simple work shirt, black, with dark blue jeans, if I could steal this and a pair of his dress shoes, I could look nice. Now I just had a shower. My father was still not home, wouldn’t be for ten minutes, if I was lucky. So I jumped in and out in five. I was quick, just not quick enough. When I got out, there was my father, standing his full 6foot 5”

    “What were you doing?” He wasn’t drunk, bad.

    “Cleaning the bath room.” I lied.

    “In my nice clothes?” He had his sense, really bad.

    “I… I-I.”

    “Think you can steal my clothes, my stuff, my water?” He stepped towards me, I gulped and made a dash for the door, but he was faster, and that was really bad.

    “You-won’t-take-any-of-my-stuff!” With each word came a slap. They stung.

    “I am sorry! Ok?” I tried to wiggle away. But that was bad, really bad.

    “NO! Your! Not!” And he punched me across the room. I yelped in pain.

    “Yelp like a dog, steal like a dog, I will kick you out like a dog!” And with that, he threw me out the door and onto the streets. I lay there panting for a while, then got up and staggered to the library, where I was suppose to meet Rose. Rose, Rosie, Rose. I said over and over again.

    She was sitting on a bench in a black dress, that went to her knees, and was a high cut strapless. She looked at me and then gasped.

    “James what happened?” I turned away embarrassed.

    “Nothing.”

    “James.” She said soothingly, she took a cloth tissue, clean and unused, I noted. She went to a water fountain, wet it and brought it back to me. There was a cut on my eyebrow. She cleaned it gently, soothingly.

    “Did you father do this? James?” Her voice was soothing, and calming.

    “Yes.” I said.

    “James, James, does he do this a lot?” Her voice was worried, not as gentle.

    “I don’t want to talk about it.” I said. She looked up and tentatively hugged me. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve.

    “What’s for dinner?”

    “Chicken and mash potatoes, and for dessert there is apple pie, I hope you don’t have allergies.”

    “No. Only to pectin.”

    “Odd.” She said, and then, put her arm around mine and she led me to her home.





    Rose Dawn-



    James was different that night, he laughed and joked with my older brother, tickled my little sister, and was very respectful, but now that I think of it, it never really surprised me.

    “How can you not truly love him?” My mom asked?

    “I don’t know, I just don’t think I do.” I saw a different side of him that night. Turns out his cut was deep, so my mom practically fought him to butterfly stitch it.

    “It is not so bad!”

    “It could get infected.”

    “Yes, but I don’t want to be any trouble.”

    “It will take me half a minute.”

    “I think the chicken is burning.”

    “The stoves off, dear.”

    “Yes, but everyone is hungry.”

    “They will loose their appetite with that cut, perfectly gastly!”

    “But, really, butterfly stitches must caught a lot!”

    “Actually, they only cost twenty cents each.” I said, giggling.

    “Who’s side are you one?” he told me.

    “Mine apparently, now hold still…” but he dodged her, and hid behind me. I laughed, and said,

    “James, really.” I looked into his deep black eyes, coaxing him with my own, finally he agreed, and with that out of the way, we sat down to eat.

    Dinner was wonderful, and James kept up with conversation. Though his facial didn’t improve much that night, his attitude did, and that, was advancement.

    “James, do you play many sports.”

    “I use to.” He replied to my brother.

    “Don’t anymore?”

    “I use to play basketball, but then, I wanted to get good grades, and the two don’t mix. So I chose grades.”

    “Want to play a game after dinner?”

    “Sounds fine.”

    “Ready to be beaten?” Fear creeped into his eyes, the relaxed.

    “No buddy, your about to lose a lot to z-e-r-o zero.”

    “I may be a sports fan, but I know that that spells!” We all laughed, except my little sis, who was still trying to figure it out.

    The game was good, James was good. His height had a lot to do with it. He was 6 foot 3”, where my brother was only 5 foot 5, small but fast. The action was good to.

    James was a high jumper, but my brother had good aim. Where James would take a surprise right, my brother would counter him every time. In the end the score was 20 to 19 close but James won. I hoped that this night would last in his memory for the rest of his life.





    James Kepper-



    For the dance I stole my dads wedding suit, other then it was a size to big, and I got clobbered again, the whole process went pretty well. I met Rose at her house, she came out in an orange gown. It flowed about her with the soft breeze, she had on a sheer shrug, and a necklace of pearls. I smiled up at her, amazed, as I always was, at her beauty. Her mother and father wished up well, and told us not to drink to much. Her brother and sister were away, so it was a small good bye, with none of the ordinary threats that came with the normal going out.

    As we walked to the dance hall in school, I told her how beautiful she looked.

    “James.” She said laughingly, tossing back her head so her curls fell down.

    “It’s true.” I insisted.

    “Alright.” We walked in silence from then, until we reached school where Emily and Mark waited for us.

    “Rose! What did you do to that gown?” She asked, amazed.

    “Borrowed some things of my mothers and tightened the waist a little.”

    “It is amazing, the color still doesn’t suit you, blue would be better.”

    “True, but this is good to.”

    “James, whatever happened to you eyebrows?” She asked when she noticed me. I now had butterfly stitches on both eyes.

    “Nothing.”

    “James, nothing happens from nothing.” Emily said, and was about to press on, but Rosie silenced her with a look.

    “Shall we enter?” Mark asked. We all nodded, and headed in, following the throng of people.

    The dance hall had streamers coming from the ceiling, and paper lanterns for light. There was a huge stereo playing rock music, and karaoke Cds to the left. Karaoke at 11 a sign said. In another cornet of the room there were ten coffee tables, and in the corner adjacent to it there was a corner couch. We headed over to a coffee table, and I went for drinks, after taking orders. As I came back I stopped to listen.

    “Really nice, he was really sweet Emily.”

    “I am sure, but how do we know it wasn’t an act?”

    “Because I know, Emily, because I know.”

    “I hope he doesn’t tread on your feet.”

    “Mark, he won’t there is much more to him then meets the eye.” Rose was quick to defend me.

    “Even so, the guy is, well, you know.”

    “Mark! He might be more of a man then you are!” Rose snapped at him. I didn’t here Emily’s voice, but then, it came is a squeak, “Mark, Don’t do that again. At least he doesn’t insult people behind his back.” My heart soared! They defended me. Even if Rose’s was stronger, they defended me. I heard the pushing back of a chair, a mumble and I saw Mark walk away. I went up to the table and acted cool.

    “Here are the drinks. Where’s Mark?”

    “Gone.” Rose sighed in reply. I sat down and placed my hand on hers to comfort her, she gave it a squeeze, and then let go.

    “Well, now I am out of a date.”

    “He sucked anyway.” I told her.

    “It’s not nice to spy on others conversations!” Emily said.

    “Sorry.”

    “Knock it off you two!” Rose said. So we sat silent. The flow had stopped by now, and a slow rock was playing. When the song ended, the Dj stood up and greeted us.”

    “Hi ye’ all!”

    “Hi!.” The whole class responded.

    “We are gonna pick it up a little with… Rihanna! Dance to it!” Every one, except me got up. Rose turned to me.

    “No, I’ll stay.” I said. The song started, and she went out to the dance floor with Emily. I watched her as she moved, and man came and danced with her, she kept right on dancing, and didn’t move away. But nor did she dance with him. When the song was over, the DJ played another, and she danced again. And again, and again. Finally she came back. When a slow song started. I remained silent.

    After the song, another was played, and this time, someone asked her to dance. “No thank you.” Was her reply, but I could tell she was dieing to dance. So I asked her, and she nodded. I led her out to the dance floor.



    Rose Dawn-

    James was an amazing dancer, he held me close, and led me everywhere, I felt beautiful in his arms. But I couldn’t look at his face. For in his face, he was still the James that I couldn’t ever love, his huge glassed, and his slobbery lips. So I smiled and looked down. After that dance we sat back down, for metal music was playing, and I hated that. Emily didn’t, so she head banged to it. I thought now would be the time to tell him.

    “James, in a few months my family with be going to Egypt for winter.” It came as shock to him. But he nodded.

    “James, I want you to promise me that you won’t kill yourself while I am gone.” I said.

    “I promise.” I sighed relief . I then stood up and said, “I’ll be back. Bath room.” And walked out.

    I was in the hall way walking out of the bath room when Tommy stopped me.

    “Hi Rose.” I was shocked.

    “Hi Tommy.”

    “I was going to ask you out, but he got to you first. Didn’t know that you loved…him.”

    “And what’s wrong with him?” I asked angrily.

    “Nothing, he just can’t give you everything you deserve.” She said, touching my arm. I melted a little.

    “I don’t need much.” I said.

    “But you do! You deserve so much! You need someone to protect you.” He said, running his fingers up and down my arm.

    “From what?” I asked. He stepped closer.

    “Your beautiful, and men, then would love to have you. I could protect to.” He said, whispering in my ear,

    “James needs me.” I said. Not backing away.

    “Pretend, he wouldn’t know, keep it from him!” He kissed my cheek.

    “I don’t think…” But I didn’t finish, he kissed my lips, and I pulled away.

    “What?” He asked.

    “It’s not right.” I said. “My mother wouldn’t approve.”

    “Wouldn’t you mom want you happy?”

    “Yes…” I said, but when he came towards me again, I turned away.

    “I don’t think so.” I said, and walked back to the hall. James was still at the table, waiting. Much time had passed.

    “Where did you go.”

    “I stopped to talk with a friend.” Part of me felt like I was betraying James, but another said, that it was better that he not know.



    James Kepper –



    There was only a month until Rosie was going to go. Turns out that her family decided to move to LA, only she never knew about it. She made me promise not t kill my self, and said that we would keep in touch. She then handed me a cell phone. Nothing sophisticated, just a good solid one. She said it was her old one, so I treasured it even more because of that. The cell phone number had been changed already, and she had already put her number on there. Now a week later, I decided to call her.

    “Hi, is Rosie there?”

    “Yeah, who’s calling?” A male voice asked, I figured it was her brother.

    “James Kepper.”

    “Oh, you. Hey honey! Telephone!” He called. What was he talking about, her brother never called her honey, maybe it was her dad, but no, her dad worked now. It was Saturday, at noon.

    “What is it Mark?” I heard her call. That wasn’t her dads name, or her brothers.

    “James Kepper.” He said.

    “Who is this?” I gulped and asked

    “Mark, from school. I’m Rosie’s boyfriend.” I froze? Rosie didn’t have a boyfriend, I was her boyfriend… right? How could this be. I went to go ask another question. But I heard kissing sounds in the background. I ended the conversation, and looked at the phone, there was Rose’s face. Smiling up at me, so beautiful. I walked over to the garbage and just when I was about to throw it out I called up Rosie’s home phone, when she answered I told her, “Meet me at the park, noon tomorrow.” I then hung up, I knew she would come, unless her boyfriend got in the way.



    The next day was cloudy, and it looked like rain. But when I went to the park, Rose was there sitting on a bench. When she saw me, she jumped up and hurried forward, anxious and rubbing her hands together.

    “You could have just told me you wanted to end.” Fear sprang to her eyes, but she then quieted, and said, “James, why would I want to end it.”

    “Oh common! I know all about you and that guy.”

    “What guy, James?”

    “You know, the one you were kissing last night!” I was really angry, even when I had to truth she wouldn’t accept it.

    “James! I don’t know what your talking about.” There was a thunder crash and the rain poured down.

    “Don’t do this to me, Rose! Just say the truth.”

    “What truth?? James, what are you talking about?” I looked at her, then turned and with my head down walked away.

    “James! James!” I heard her cry out to me, but I ignored her.



    Rose Dawn –



    I went home crying that night, soaking wet I lay in bed thinking about what James had said. I didn’t have a boyfriend, a boyfriend other then James that is. True I didn’t love him, but how would he know, had I somehow slipped? Maybe it was that one kiss with Tommy, maybe Emily had told! I called her up.

    “Emily! Did you tell anyone about my kiss with Tommy?”

    “No, Rose, why would I”

    “James broke up with me.”

    “He what?!” Emily nearly shouted.

    “I need you to find out what happened, ok? Call me.”

    “Alright, I’ll do what I can.” After that I hung up with her, and lay in my bed thinking.

    I thought all the next day, too, through all the packing and washing, and showing people the house. I tried to call James, but no one answered. I didn’t know what to do. I paced and waited for the call from Emily. It came a week later. I hadn’t been in school because of the packing.

    “I discovered what you needed me to discover!” She said.

    “What?”

    “Mark and Lucy.”

    “What did they do?”

    “Lucy is an excellent copier of voices, she and Mark took your cell phone, and when James called you, they made up an act of pretending to be you and the two of them are now going out!”

    “They didn’t!”

    “They did! Rose you have to find James before you leave and explain it all!”

    “I know! But I leave tomorrow!”

    “It doesn’t matter, just try!” I nodded, and then hung up and dashed out. I went everywhere, the movies, the park, school, and last of all to his house. I stood there, looking at the front door, I then just got the guts and went up and knocked. His dad, or I assume his dad, opened up.

    “What do you want?”

    “Is James here?”

    “No! The little good for nothing rat ran away two days ago. Took everything with him to! If I ever find him… I’ll make him sorry.” I thanked him then went of rejected. I cried that night and told Emily everything. But there was nothing to do. So the net day, I climbed into the truck with my family and moved to LA.







    To be continued.... In White lIe lOve Ten YEars LAter