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Liars, Inc.
Copyright © 2015 by Paula Stokes
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THE TRUTH IS, IT ALL started the day I tried to get deten-
tion. I tended to be late a lot and occasionally fell asleep in
class, so I usually got it without much effort. Not that week,
though. It was Friday, fourth period, when my girlfriend,
Parvati Amos, strutted by my desk in a shiny black-and-red
dress that looked like a sexy superhero costume.
“I didn’t see your name on the list for tomorrow,” she mur-
mured, just loud enough for me to hear. Parvati was an office
assistant during third period. Between that and writing
for the school newspaper, the girl knew everything about
everyone.
“Working on it.” I had already tried being late to algebra
and swearing in Spanish class. For some reason, all my
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It was right before seven when I pulled my car into the over-
look parking lot. The lot was empty except for the Jacobsens’
van and Preston’s BMW.
“Hey.” I slid out of my car. “Sorry I’m late. I had to babysit.”
I rolled my eyes.
“No worries.” Preston smiled slightly as he slammed his
car door behind him. “I wish I had some siblings I could
corrupt.”
I started to reply but then caught sight of his backseat. His
whole car was packed full of camping gear.“Wow. You actu-
ally packed all that? You’re really taking this alibi seriously.”
“I didn’t want my mom to find my tent and sleeping bag
in case she goes snooping around in my room,” Pres said.
“Besides, I figured you might want to use my stuff. I know
your little two-man piece of crap leaks.”
I looked up at the night sky. Stars stared down at me,
winking in a weird sort of synchronization. The moon hung
low and heavy, a hair away from being full. “Is it supposed
to rain?”
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