ELLA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
There comes a time when we have to learn the differences between a half-truth and a whole lie.
Such as, when I had to hear yet another story about Ella and her crazy adventures in Stupidland when all she really does is just sit in the coat closet of her house all day.
To be honest, I’m getting really sick and tired of her lies.
So one day in English class, as the other students were listening to yet another story from Ella, I yelled out, “Aren’t you guys tired of listening to her crap?”
At once, everyone turned around and stared at me. They all stared at me, with blank looks on their faces, wondering why I would say something like that. What was I thinking to be saying such stupid crap like that, they all wondered. Even the teacher stared at me, which was an oddity in itself.
I know I should shut up, but my mouth keeps talking, “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting really sick and tired of Ella making up stories when all she really does is just sit in her coat closet yapping all day. I know that most of us aren’t even supposed to be playing in the coat closet, so why is it OK for her to make up silly stories and not us?”
“That’s enough, Albert,” said the teacher, with an exasperated look on his face. “That wasn’t very nice of you to interrupt Ella while she is speaking. Why are you doing that?”
I said, “I’m tired of hearing her lies. I have been to her house many times looking for the kingdom of Oslensha and all I see is a coat closet. Well, let me tell you now, Ella Phillips is nothing more than a dirty rotten liar who is just filling your head with lies while she sits in the closet talking to imaginary friends!”
The room is so silent that it’s scary. Everyone is staring at me; even Ella was staring at me. I knew that I was cursed with the ability to know when someone is lying to me; my own parents didn’t do Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy with me, as I knew that they would lie to me. I also refused to tell a lie for several different reasons.
But what can you do if you tell the truth, knowing that the truth might offend the person who might need to hear the truth? As my grandmother once said, “Lies hurt for a second, but the truth can hurt forever.”
And according to me, the truth about Ella is what everyone needed to hear. I then said, “Shouldn’t you just be avoiding her? She acts like a five year old, for god’s sake! Do you really want a 16-year-old who acts like a preschooler as your friend or would you rather have a mature person who puts away things like that and grows up?”
The teacher said, “I think you have just given me an idea for tonight’s homework assignment.” Everyone groaned as they glared at me. The teacher continued, “I want you all to write an essay on whether or not you would want to have a friend who acts childish or mature. Furthermore, I expect you to have the assignment handed in tomorrow.”
Well, that was that.
That night, I wrote a long essay detailing my history with Ella and why I had stopped being her friend. I knew she was trouble and not worth associating with the minute she didn’t “let go” of her imaginary friends on her 7th birthday.
Then, things went downhill for us.
I quit speaking to her and by the time we entered middle school, we were no longer friends. Not only that, I sought to punish Ella by outing her as a person who hates other children and plays with imaginary friends to every class that we have together.
But that wasn’t all.
The next day, almost everyone handed in the homework, all which detailed how sick and tired of Ella’s stories they were, but none of them had the heart to tell her to stop. Ella, now realizing that no one actually cared about her stories at all, threw the granddaddy of all temper tantrums and saying that we were all stupid for calling her a prissy little brat. She especially laid into me for turning everyone against her. All I could do was watch as she stormed from the room and the entire school.
Well, I am not fond of lies and the lying liars who tell lies. I do not advocate buying into anyone’s lies. I could only hope that Ella really wakes up and realizes that she needs help, not imaginary friends.
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