My white lie got bigger and
bigger. My white lie was that I
ate the last cookie and said that
somebody ate it. I was 8 years
old. The lie was at my house. When
I lied the house looked like it
was not safe.
I told the lie to my mom
and dad. I said, “I didn’t
eat the cookie my brother did!”
I lied because I didn’t
want my mom and dad to
ground me. I felt
unhappy because I was lieing
to my mom and dad. My mom
and dad still grounded me
because it was what I got for
lieing. I feel good right now. Now
I feel safe in my house.