A little girl with long brown pigtails walked out to the playground with her class. She kept her head aimed at the ground, ignoring everyone around her. She wasn't normally the center of attention, she left that to the other girl that had showed she was the dominant girl of the class on the first day.

No, instead, the little brown haired girl walked to the swing set and sat on a swing. Anyone could tell she was lonely and new, which she was; she had recently moved from London to Paris in the middle of first grade. Her parents often argued, and her father worked in the film business, and had them move every few years, which angered her mom. Her mother had tutored her outside of schools on basic manners and what to do and not do. Her main rule: No Lying.

The girl understood this rule and had never lied in her life, in fear of her mother, who, when angered, seemed to unleash all the fire in the underworld upon the girl, if she had been doing anything bad. It's not that her mother was mad often, just occasionally burst out, but was normally a calm and composed person. Her dad was like her mom, but with a normal temper to everyone but the girl's mom, who he lost emotional control with quicker.

The girl, after almost seven years of navigating her parents, she knew to not do anything without permission. She felt a bit imprisoned, but figured it was best to ignore that factor.

A girl walked over to the girl on the swings. She had dirty blonde hair, that was more blonde than brown, blue eyes, tannish skin and yellow socks. She was wearing a black and white striped dress with a yellow cardigan and dark yellow flat Mary Janes. Her hair was pulled back into braids with two yellow ribbons.

She was trailed by a few other classmates, who fanned out from behind her when she stopped in front of the shy girl. She cleared her throat and the brunette looked up at her.

"You're the new girl right?" she asked the brown haired girl.

She looked up and saw all the people surrounding them, and nodded in reply.

"What do you think of the school so far?" she asked.

"I-It's very nice," the girl stuttered. She was nervous, as this was the first person that had spoken to her today.

The blonde in yellow waved a dismissive hand, shooing everyone that came with her away, and sat on the swing next to her.

"I'm Chloé by the way. Quite well known around this school. I could show you around after recess if you would like."

"S-Sure, I need a tour," the girl said.

The two began to talk for a bit, and started to learn different things about each other, like their favorite colors. The girl was warming up Chloé, bit by bit.

"So what do your parents do?" the girl asked Chloé.

"Run a very popular and well visited hotel," Chloé responded, and brushed her braid over her shoulder proudly. "I just love spending time in my wonderful room, playing with my friends."

"That's nice," the girl responded, remembering the truth. She wondered what it was like to stay in the same town for most of your life, although she enjoyed going places, but never had the time to settle down and make long lasting friends. Surely it must be wonderful to have a life long relationship with someone other than her favorite stuffed animal. The girl dreamed of eventually staying in one place, something that wasn't attainable, given her life circumstances.

"So how about you?"

"My dad is an agent," she replied.

"What does your mom do?"

The girl thought for a second. She knew that her mom really was an actress who was originally yet dad's client. She was famously unknown. The girl decided on one thing. She opened her mouth.

"She is a movie star," the girl answered, lying.

She was amazed at how easily the lie rolled off her tongue, it was like a second language that she could ever so suddenly speak. She smiled. She could actually lie. Naturally. If her mother had known, she would have had her head on a silver platter. In fact lies became her other second language, after English and French, of course. At the end of her first grade year, she moved again, and silently thanked Chloé for helping her discover her horrid talent for being a superior lier.

After the first incident, the girl never got in trouble again, because she could smooth talk anyone into removing punishments among other things. Her parents were delighted over the fact that their daughter never seemed to be in trouble any more. No one, except the girl herself, knew of her superior abilities. Soon the girl became abusive of her skills, and made up stories up of her life that made her sound like a rich Hollywood girl.

Some would say that the girl may have needed some mental restoration, or an actual escape from her now ever-bickering parents. Her lies wouldn't help anything. Who is this girl? Well it's me, Lila...