week of jun 16: write about a lie you’ve once told, and what it means to you
There have been many times in my life where I have felt the need to hide who I am from others. I love spending time with my family, especially those that live across the country. When we all come together, there’s a big dinner hosted for everybody to catch up. Of course there’s food and soda brought for us to enjoy too. But there is a huge difference between me and my family that I don’t think I’ll ever get over. They are La Croix fanatics. 2 big packs of every flavor you could even imagine. I don’t understand it. Why does it taste like nothing but also stale pretzels at the same time? Who makes a key lime flavored drink? Of course I don’t love it, but when I was asked what flavor of la Croix I would have that night, I panicked. I would be an outcast, the only [last name] who doesn’t like La Croix! I asked for a random flavor, lying and saying I liked them all. I was handed an abomination of a drink. Cherry Blossom La Croix tasted like dish soap if you added vanilla essence. I lied and said I loved it, which my relatives were very pleased by. To my surprise it was their favorite flavor. But as their night went on, I did not drink any of my La Croix. I went to talk with my cousin and she asked why I had not touched it. I was so distraught, I lied to my whole family, faking that I loved this drink! But just like Abram got caught up in his lies, so did I. My cousin called my bluff and I had to own up. I admitted my dislike for Cherry Blossom La Croix, and she knew my secret now. My lie to conceal who I really am had failed. I am now looked down upon bhy my own family, all for something I can('t) control, my distain for La Croix.
