C17 Confessions and confrontations

Lucy

Mum stares at me as she waits for me to answer. I contemplate telling her the truth or straight-up lying to her. Who am I kidding the truth will come out sooner or later.

I sigh as I ran my fingers through my thick black hair. This is hard than I anticipated.

“Well,” she urges, “ we ain't in a staring contest Lucy. I don't have all day