I have told lies, yes, all of us have lied.  Yet, when the truth is found out, it hurts.  I'm sure many people know that.  I lied to my parents so many times.  Maybe they did know I was lying.  But I lied.  All I wanted was a boyfriend.  Someone that would hold me when I felt down.  Someone that would give me attention.  My parents didn't want me to have anything to do with the opposite sex.  So I lied so many times just to keep all my relationships a secret.  Somehow I always found a way to see my boyfriend.  I couldn't even call guys on the phone, so sometimes while my parents were gone, I would call him.  We went on a field trip for school one day.  We came back around 4:30 pm.  I called home and my parents weren't there.  My sister didn't want to pick me up so she told me to walk.  I walked with my boyfriend down a path that not many cars go by (I was very self-conscious about keeping this a secret.)  We went under a bridge and started kissing.  We kissed for the longest time and it started to get late.  I didn't want to go home because I know I would have to tell my parents another lie and I couldn't take it anymore.  My boyfriend got worried and said I should go home, but I refused to.  I had no excuse to tell my parents this time- no lies that I could make up.  I made up my mind to run away.   I couldn't live the life my parents wanted me to.  I was very serious about this, but of course my boyfriend wouldn't allow me to run away.  But I didn't know what to do.  It got darker outside and I know my parents where worried but I was afraid to go home and I started to cry, I had nowhere to turn.  My boyfriend and I started walking toward the creek and he calmed me down.  We started to kiss again, very heavily.  Then I heard someone say my name.  It pierced my heart and I didn't move.  My boyfriend took his hands off from around me.  Then I heard the words "sir, would you please go home."  He left and I stood there.  It was my dad.  I couldn't even look at him.  I just started crying and I fell to the ground.