Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…

Well, I cheated. On the final exam. My teacher accused me. I lied.

Oh, and I spread this rumor about this freshman girl. That she was doing stuff with this boy. Which she wasn’t. I lied.

Not for nothing though. I didn’t want people to find out that I had done it with that boy. He said he would call me. He lied. I told my friends I didn’t care. I lied.

I’d had 3 or 4 shots. I think that’s a sin, right? I had a hell of a headache the next day. Can you say that here? Sorry. My mom asked where I was. I said a sleepover. I lied.

She asked if I needed her to pick up more tampons. I lied.

I wore yoga pants, hoodies. All the time. I said I liked them. I lied. God they’re ugly. Gosh.

My dad said I looked gorgeous in my dress. He lied.

I said I was going to the bathroom to pee. Be right back. I lied.

Prom ended with sirens and crime scene tape where they ripped open the trash bag and found him. The police asked if I knew anything about the baby.

I lied. I lied a lot.