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       Once Upon a Lie
   DIR By: Leaping-Deer
       Date: May 29, 2015, 10:35 am
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       So, this is a short story I wrote for school. I hope you guys
       like it.
       [center]Once Upon a Lie[/center]
       [center]by Leaping Deer[/center]
       In the dark, gloomy, old-fashioned hall there was a slight
       popping sound. All turned to see the new resident of the Hall of
       Lies.
       What is the Hall of Lies? Well, it is a gloomy place filled
       with dead lies. It’s dark, dank feel is most probably due to the
       fact that the only sources of light are candles set on rusting
       brass pedestals that sparsely line the walls. Other than the
       pedestals, nothing else decorated the dark maroon walls with
       molding white trim. The hall itself was barely furnished.
       Against one wall were two leather armchairs covered by white
       sheets. Between the two chairs was a small wooden stool that was
       covered in dust. It looked as though it hadn’t been used in
       centuries. In a distant corner opposite the chairs and stool,
       sat a huge circular oaken table looking as though it didn’t
       belong there. It was just too big. Aside from the awkward
       furnishings, one also would notice that there were no doors,
       windows, or any other means of escape. Once you got in, you
       couldn’t get out.
       Now we return to the new resident of this dreary place. He had
       the same basic appearance as most lies. He looked like a
       floating, strangely colored human head that had been shrunken
       down to the size of a tennis ball. This lie in particular had a
       yellow green hue with green, spiky hair and dark sunglasses.
       The other lies gathered around the newcomer to welcome him and
       hear how he had come here. They parted slightly as the oldest
       and wisest of their group came into view.
       “Hello, young lie,” began the old, gray lie. “Follow me.
       Everyone wants to meet you and hear your tale.”
       “My tale?” asked the green lie.
       “Yes. Your life story.”
       “Very well then,” said the newcomer. He followed the old lie
       towards the wooden stool which acted as a stage.
       “Ladies and Gentlelies,” began the older lie, “Today we shall
       hear yet another tale of woe. Once again, the Truth Fairies have
       killed another of our kind. Let us hear the tale of this young
       lie.” The crowd of lies became quiet as the newcomer stepped
       forward.
       “My name is Larry. I was born about 5 months ago, and it all
       began on a warm summer evening in July.
       A 12 year old boy by the name of Billy Green heard his friends
       calling for him to come and play from inside his room painted to
       look like a city skyline. He quickly opened his window to shout
       “Coming!” before racing downstairs. He passed his mother who was
       baking cookies in the kitchen and paused to tell her he was
       going outside to play tag with his friends Fred and Anna.
       “Oh no you aren’t!” exclaimed his mother. “I saw your room this
       morning, and unless it’s spotless you aren’t going anywhere!”
       “But Mom,” began Billy, looking at her with pleading green
       eyes.
       “No buts. There will be no playing until that room is clean.”
       “Yes ma’am,” sighed Billy. He sulked as he slowly trudged back
       upstairs. When he reached his room he saw what a mess it was.
       There were comic books laying all over the floor along with his
       action figures. His Batman comforter had slid off his full sized
       bed and onto the ground. Some of his superhero posters had
       fallen and lay awkwardly on the carpet. There was no way he
       would be able to clean all this up before dinner!
       Suddenly, Billy had an idea. What if he just pretended to clean
       his room? His parents almost never came in. They were almost
       always working or watching TV in the living room. As long as he
       kept his door closed no one would know. Well, except Sasha, but
       she wouldn’t tell. Would she?
       Billy sighed before running his fingers through his red hair.
       He’d never lied before, and his parents had often told him how
       wrong it was. Well, it’s just a little lie. It wouldn’t really
       have any bad consequences, right?
       Mrs. Green was surprised when her son came downstairs after
       about 10 minutes.
       “Done already?”
       “Yes, ma’am! I had already cleaned up my comic books and made
       my bed before I decided to go outside and play,” lied Billy.
       “Well, alright. Since your room’s all clean, I guess you can go
       and play with your friends,” said a smiling Mrs. Green.
       “Thanks Mom!” exclaimed Billy before rushing outside to meet
       his friends. Of course, he didn’t notice me, a little, yellow
       green baby lie, floating after him.
       About two months afterwards, Billy came trudging into the
       kitchen where his mom and little sister were baking snicker
       doodles. After setting his blue backpack on one of the two
       stools in front of the island, he circumvented his sister Sasha
       and found a spot next to his mother who was currently placing
       some of the dough cutouts that Sasha had made onto a baking
       sheet.
       “How was your first day of school, Billy?” asked Mrs. Green,
       barely looking up from her work.
       “Very school like,” answered a grinning Billy. Sasha started
       giggling at his reply. A smile spread across Mrs. Green’s face.
       “Well, little mister, if you finish up your homework fast
       enough then I might let you help me make some Batman cookies for
       the new party I’m catering for.”
       At this Billy snatched his bag from it’s resting place and
       raced upstairs. Eager to help his mom, Billy groped around in
       his backpack for his large amount of homework. After fishing out
       a truckload of papers, he placed them on his desk and began
       working. Billy had just finished his math homework when a
       thought crossed his mind. What if he didn’t finish in time? I
       looked on eagerly realizing what was coming next. I quickly
       remind him of how he had gotten away with his last lie. About
       half an hour since Billy had gone upstairs, Sasha spotted him
       hurrying back down.
       “That was quick,” commented the seven year old girl.
       “Well, the homework was pretty light since it was the first day
       of school,” lied Billy after receiving a look of surprise from
       his mother. “Still want help, Mom?”
       “Sure,” smiled Mrs. Green looking relieved. I felt myself
       maturing into a young adult. My hair had grown in green and had
       become spiky.
       Let’s fast forward to the end of Billy’s Fall Semester. Thanks
       to some of Billy’s past lies, I was able to convince him to lie
       about things such as studying and completing homework. I had
       become a full grown lie at this point. Billy was walking towards
       the entrance to the school building with his best friends Fred
       and Anna.
       “I sure hope I remember everything,” announced Anna. “I spent
       almost all of yesterday reading through textbooks and analyzing
       notes!”
       
       “You’ll do fine,” Fred said calmly. “Besides, once this is over
       we have break to look forward to! My parents are taking me to
       Florida to visit my grandparents. I might even get to go to
       Disney!”
       
       Reality hit Billy like one of those bullet trains in Japan. He
       hadn’t studied at all, and today they had midterms. He would
       fail. He knew it. He had to study somehow.
       “Hey, Anna.”
       “Yes?”
       “Mind if I go over your notes? I left mine at home.”
       “Not very confident about the midterm, Billy?” asked Fred.
       “Just want to be safe,” replied Billy nervously. He glanced
       feverishly at the clock. Eight minutes till the bell would ring.
       I watched the ensuing chaos, the fruits of my labor.
       “Here you go,” Anna handed Billy several sheets of paper. For
       the next six minutes Billy studied the words Anna had carefully
       written like his life depended on it. Afterwards, Anna and Fred
       hurried into class with him.
       Mr. Green ran a hand through his red hair. His blue eyes
       scanning the report card not believing what they saw. His wife
       looked over his shoulder. Her golden blonde hair pulled into a
       ponytail for baking. Her green eyes were wide with shock. Mr.
       Green set down the report card and sat across from Billy who was
       trembling on a couch in the living room.
       “Billy,” began Mr. Green, “What happened?”
       Billy felt hot tears stinging his face. His mom seated herself
       next to him and gave him a reassuring smile that was made
       bittersweet by the disappointment obvious in her eyes.
       
       “Dad, Mom, I’m so sorry,” before Billy knew it he was telling
       his parents everything. About not cleaning his room, about
       pretending to do his homework, about refusing to study. I looked
       on in horror as Billy told the truth. At the beginning a small
       white orb began to form. Then it became a baby truth fairy. I
       backed away in fright as it grew wings. I watched on in terror
       as it became a fully fledged truth fairy. Then, out of no where,
       a short wooden staff flew towards the creature. I glimpsed Billy
       and his parents hugging before the fairy flew towards me.
       “I am Barry the Fairy, and as of today your new residence is
       the Hall of Lies. Begone, demon!” With that he took his staff
       and twirled it in a circle. I felt myself being drawn towards
       the staff and began to race away. Suddenly, a portal opened
       where the staff had been and I was pulled with an overwhelming
       force towards the opening. So, here I am,” Larry finished his
       sorrowful tale as the other lies dabbed their eyes with
       handkerchiefs.
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