Biggest lie of my lie

noke Tells The Biggest Lie Of Her Life

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va. there lived a 9 year-old girl named Pinoc. Actually, that was the nic-name people had given her because it was short for Pinochio. Not only did she have an unusually immense nose, but she also made up things all the time that were not true. Most people called those things she told lies or whoppers, but her friends called them, “con-’fib’-ulations.” She would lie about so many things that even the people she thought were her friends didn’t want to be around her because of that. Sometimes when she would do that and the people knew she was not telling the truth they would say, “Your nose is growing!” and then they’d laugh. Then she’d laugh because they were, but they really didn’t like not being able to trust her to tell the truth about any topic. Her grandmother, whom she referred to as Ma-Ma, or later in life she called her, “Mighty Ma-Ma,” always told her, “If you’re gonna tell a lie, tell a good one!” then she would playfully punch Pinoc on the arm and laugh. Of course, Pinoke would also laugh because she thought the sun rose and set on Ma-Ma. To her, she was the absolute coolest creation the Lord ever put life into. That’s because she always sent her money in every card or letter she’d send her, and besides that, she was also a little light-in-her-loafer, so to speaK. She would say things in her notes like, “I’m sending you this money to remind you I do not like you!” When she would call her on the phone and they were about to end their conversation Pinoke would say, “Well, thank you for calling, but you know I don’t like you!” to which Ma-Ma would say, “Well, I don’t like you either! That is why I called!” That was how she showed her affection, by kidding, although Pinoke knew she was playing so it was cool with both involved parties, much to Pinoke’s parents' chagrin.

Then one day while Pinoke went to the store with her friend Robin, after each of them had paid for their things, she saw Sharen sneak some hairbrushes and some hair spray into her bag as they were going out the door. Pinoke wanted to say something, but was afraid it would jeopardize the friendship between them. She was her best-friend. She wanted to say something as they walked out the door, but just as they walked outside, some security guys came running out of the store and stood in front of them both and said, “Okay, honey, let’s have the purfume you stuck in your bag. We have security cameras so we saw you steal them.”

“What perfume?” asked Robin, shrugging her shoulders, trying to look quite innocent, “I bought some eyeshadow and lipstick and I paid for both of them.”

Then the other security guy grabbed the bag out of her hand and opened it. He pulled out 2 really expensive bottles of perfume and held them up. Then he shook them and said, “This one you were trying to walk out of the store without paying for it. We call it stealing in our business.” Then he cuffed Robin and put her in his police car before Pinoc could say anything. She was her best friend at the time. Well, wasn’t she? Now, what’s a friend anyway? I’d like to know.”

When she got home, she couldn’t get the thought of that scene with Robin out of her mind. That was mighty upsetting to have the person she thought was her best-friend get arrested in front of her and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her name should have really been, “Robbin.’ “

Later Pinoke couldn’t stand it any more so she told her mom what had happened with Robin getting arrested. She didn’t believe her so she called the county jail. They told her she was there so her mom drove Pinoke there. When the jailer let them in, he said, “She’s no good. You can see that in her eyes,” but Pinoke and her mom wanted to see her anyway, so he let them in.

“At least she has an appropriate name,” said her jailor shaking his head, “a,‘bird-brain’ and it serves her right for, ‘robbin’ ‘ the store. You’d better choose some better friends to hang around with, Missy, that’s all I have got to say about that which shouldn’t be too hard for a person to do.”

After that horrible scene at the Mall, Pinoke called an acquaintance who wasn’t even hardly a friend to her. She was more like an acquaintance who was in her class. Still shaken up about that scene with Robin, she told her teacher about that terrible scene. Then her teacher said, “Well, at least she has an appropriate name since she got busted for, ‘robin’ ‘ the store!” Then she laughed, but Pinoc didn’t think it was at all funny. Pinoke even told her mom she was the one who was responsible for Robin getting in trouble because she was, “Robbin’ “ them of that makeup without paying for it. Then she laughed, but Pinoke didn’t think that was at all funny. Then she told her, “It was all my fault. It was my idea for her to slip that stuff in her bag since I didn’t think anybody would notice it, so I should have been arrested, not her.” Then she cried.

“At least you told me the truth,” said her mom quite proudly, “that was really noble of you.”

Then she stared at the ground and told the biggest lie of her life saying, “I told Robbin to take that perfume because it was so overpriced. Nobody can afford to pay that kind of money for something as minor as smelly-stuff. Nothing smells so good it will make you steal it.”

“I’m glad you were strong,” said her mom, patting her on the back quite proudly, “Even Superman would have had trouble resisting the things you did. He’s the man of, ‘steel.’ “ Then she punched her on the arm playfully to let her know she was trying to break the ice with a pun.

“It was my idea that he took that perfume,” lied Pinoke with a sad expression on her face.

Then she stared at the crowd and said the biggest lie of her life saying, “I’m a kleptomaniac. I can’t help stealing things that I’m not able to afford, which is just about everything on my allowance. Now, my mom works me like an indentured servant. The difference between that and a slave is that they eventually will earn their freedom, so I’m hoping to earn mine someday.”

“I’ve never been any more proud of you than I am right now!” her parents both said in unison. They each hugged her. “We know it’s hard to resist peer-pressure, but you did it. Congrats, honey! As your reward, we’re going to The Mall and will buy you anything in the whole place that you want from there! We love you very much and honor your honesty! That was terrific!”

And so what could have been a disastrous situation for Pinoke actually turned into a really great thing for her and for her parents, who really did love being proud of their daughter’s accomplishments in life, that’s including the lessons she had learned, even the hard way.

And so, as the best-written children’s stories of all-time will officially finnish up with,

“THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!” The end. By, Cuz Roye.

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