Here's the final part of the story:
I felt terrible as my mum walked over and pulled the report
card out of the dog’s mouth. Unfortunately for me, the paper apparently wasn’t
all that tasty and she hadn’t eaten that much. All my poor grades were still
visible, as was the date from four weeks ago.
Needless to say my parents were furious and they grounded me
until the end of the year. They stopped allowing me to use the phone too, which
meant that when my friends called they learned that my crazy stories weren’t
true at all. That really screwed up my social life and my relationships with my
friends.
It took a long time to regain my friends’ trust, even longer
to get my parents’ trust back. But I learned the most valuable lesson in my
life; ‘white lies’ don’t exist. Every lie, no matter how small it may seem, is
still a lie. They always catch up with you.
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