Telling a Lie

Telling a Lie

  • Submitted By: viethung
  • Date Submitted: 02/23/2009 12:44 AM
  • Category: Psychology
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school, to buy some new comic books: Doreamon or Jindo. But at this time, coming out, I did not see my new bicycle, which I had parked in front of that store. It was the present which my parents gave to me on my eighth birthday, and I had just used it for two or three days. Furthermore, it was not only what I had desired for a long time but also the most valuable gift I had ever had. At that time, nothing was in my mind but that bicycle. I just knew to run and run do now”, I thought. My face totally turned white with no blood. Moreover, I did not want to be scolded by my parents. My bicycle was stolen, but losing it was totally my fault for not locking it before going inside that bookstore. That is why I was stuck in the ambivalence between telling my parents the truth or not. Actually, two days earlier, I had a telling-off from my mother for my study, and now if I told them that I had lost my bike, I did not know which word they would use to me. Hearing my parents reproaching me all the time, when I was at home, made me feel discouraged with everything. Because of that, hiding the truth and then waiting for someday pretended like nothing happened to me by smiling and cleaning all the sweat, which I got from finding my mountain bike under the baking sun of the afternoon, so she would not suspect me at all. Besides that, there was one more reason for that decision: my family stayed on the third floor of the Phan Long Apartment, so it would be hard for them to know whether I lost my bike or not. Without that favorable condition, it would be impossible for me to hide the truth. That’s why I believed that I would be fine. every morning I had to get up early and walk to school, so I would not be late for my class. to come out of school sooner. On the way to school or come home, I usually looked back with While I tried to hide the truth and was careful about what I did, sometime I wish I had been more careful like that when I had come to that...

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