I figured I should write more but I'm not really in the mood for Hetalia so ehhhhhh

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In third grade, I managed to become friends with a troublesome girl named Sinclair. Honestly, I thought our friendship was great, we often sang together during recess and sat next to each other on the bus.

One day, while we were bumping along the same old road, Sinclair had gotten the genius idea to force my younger sister to kiss another boy who sat next to her.

Somehow, she obliged, and I ran home to tell my parents about the incident.

They had called the school about it, and soon the lady at the front desk was calling into our classroom to ask for me and Sinclair to head down to the vice principal's office to sort out the ordeal.

I already knew the reason why she had called us in, and my suspicions were confirmed when I saw my sister and the boy in the far left seats. The vice principal smiled at us as if we weren't going to be harmed at all, but I had my fair share of drama and knew she was going to twist around our words to make it seem like the clear truth.

"So, what happened on the bus?"

Sinclair had explained that she dared my sister to kiss a boy, and that I was involved with it too. The vice principal then turned to me for an explanation.

I could barely remember what had happened that day, so I merely explained that I was against my sister kissing that boy, and shouldn't even be called in. The vice principal seemed dissatisfied with my answer, so she turned to my sister, who said the same thing: I wasn't guilty.

The boy, however, seemed to have other plans. He was in the same grade as my sister: first grade, and had gotten along with her rather well. He stated that both of us were the culprits, instead of one individual.

Leave it to the vice principal to mess everything up with her twisted logic.

She dismissed Sinclair and the boy, and left me and my sister to talk to. Apparently she didn't believe any of us, even after a heated argument pleading our case. Soon, she was glaring daggers at my defiant sister, who still was standing her ground.

"Just because she's your sister doesn't mean you have to lie for her."

That set me off. I was angry at how she thought we were lying because we were related. I was angry because she never even glanced at the cameras on the bus that monitored our activities.

"I'm not lying!"

She coaxed my sister until she looked about ready to cry, and I was already crying from frustration.

"Fine. I'll say Megan also done it."

The vice principal turned around to grab the phone, and dialed our parents' number. She held the phone up to our ears, expecting us to tell our parents we lied about the situation.

In a shaky voice, I murmured, "I lied about only Sinclair being the one who did it. I did it too."

"I lied about Megan not doing it."

The vice principal handed us some tissues and dismissed us back to class.

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Our parents were livid about it. They bought every single one of that snake's words. I guessed that adults trusted adults more then their children.

They grounded me, and then made my sister to sit on the couch with me and endure their lecture about lying in situations similar to that. After about a month or so of no electronics whatsoever, they lifted the ban, and didn't want to talk about that event again.

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Third grade was fun.

And yes, fellow falcons, this is the same Sinclair who now goes to our school. Please don't confront her about it.