The Truth Behind the Lies

A story my friend and I are writing! Charlie (Charlotte) Walker and Shane Carter may seem like typical 15 year olds, but there's much more going on between the lines. Charlie and Shane have been best friends since preschool, but when Charlie discovers a secret that Shane has been hiding, it leads to some surprising events.


3. The Epiphany

Charlie's P.O.V

My alarm sounded, signalling it was time to part from my warm, inviting bed. I thought about making up an excuse to stay home from school, but I knew my Mom wouldn't buy it, so I conjured up  all the energy I had and dragged myself out of bed.

I snatched my phone off my nightstand, and read the text Shane had sent just an hour before:

Your house, today after school. We'll study then, okay?

It was always MY house. Is it weird to be best friends with someone for 10  years, and never visit their house once? He had an okay excuse though. His Mom had died a few years prior, and his Dad ran his own business from home, so he didn't want to be bothered.

I didn't object though, as long as he didn't ditch me again, I was all for studying at my house.

School was how it was every day. The same. The popular boys who didn't acknowledge my existence; the girls in their cliques, talking and whispering about what I now know is me; and Shane. A typical day.

I stared at the clock, wishing the day would go by just a little faster. Mrs. Sanchez tried complaining about me not paying attention in class, but after I'd proven that I HAD been listening, she gave up.

When the bell finally did ring, I jogged to Shane's locker.

He was surrounded by his popular friends, as usual. As I approached him, they glanced at me and one of them said:

"See you later bro."

And they all walked away.

"Hey." Shane said, not looking at me.

"Hi." I replied back.

"Nice of your friends to wait for you." I said vaguely.

He turned to face me with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Don't take it personally, they just-"

"Don't want to be seen with me, I know." I cut in.

"No, Charlie it's not-"

"It's okay, I'm used to it." I muttered as we walked down the hall, towards the front doors.

It was a particularly quiet walk home, and Shane was never quiet. I knew Shane didn't want to tell me I just wasn't 'cool enough' for hiss friends to spare my feelings, but it still hurt.

As we approached the front of my house, I realised there were no vehicles in the driveway. I walked up the stone steps to my front door and tried turning the door handle. It was locked. Great. AND I'd forgotten my key.

"I can't get in, we'll have to study at your house." I muttered.

"You don't have your key?"

I shook my head.

"Well there must be a way to get in..." Shane answered immediately. "An open gate, a window, a-"

"OR we could just go to your house."

"I know, but that's aa long walk... I'm just saying-"

"What's wrong with you today?!" I snapped.

"Wh-What do you mean?" He asked nervously, as if I was 'onto him' or something.

"All you ever do is make up excuses! I can't get into my house, it's as simple as that. Let's go to your house."

"But my Dad wouldn't want to bothered.... He's real busy today you know!" Shane said quickly.

"But I can't get into my house, I'm sure your Dad would underst-"

"No, Charlie. I gotta go, I'll see you at school tomorrow okay? I'll live without studying."

And then he was gone.

Something more besides his 'father being to busy' was going on in the Carter house, and I was determined to figure out what it was.



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