Page was caught lying in the garden one fine morning. Now, Page was not a waste paper or a paper torn from some book. He was a 14 year old boy named Michael Page. And when I say he was caught lying in the garden, I don’t mean lying as in ‘he was rolling on the grass’. He was on his phone, talking to someone and apparently, lying about something.
“I really am sick. I have a running nose, fever and moreover I am feeling weak. I really can’t make it….. Yes, thanks for understanding.”
He ended the call and turned to go back inside. Only, he found himself staring at his father who had come out of the house while he was on the call.
“Why were you lying about being sick, Michael? And was it Andrea on the phone?”
“Okay, but why were you lying about being sick?”
“She called to ask me if I could tag along with a few friends to some concert she bought tickets for.”
“Well, that sounds like a good idea. Common, Michael. It is a weekend, go out with your friends and have some fun.”
“Hehe! Dad, you know me. You know how I feel about going out with friends. I can handle it if it is just 4 or 5 of us. But any group bigger than that, it makes me anxious, nervous and irritable. I don’t enjoy such gatherings. It has also something to do with the shit people talk when they get together. Utter non-sense and unimportant shit!”Read More »