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I cheated today.

Not on a boyfriend or anything of that sort, before you let your imagination run away with you.

But at a stupid little game of volleyball. Played entirely for the purpose of fun and a miserly bottle of Pepsi.

Well, anyway the score was tied, the other team was serving. One of the boys on the opposite team smashed the ball over to our side. We thought it was out and left it, only to have it bounce on the sideline.

The other team starts celebrating and my team minus me, starts screaming about how the ball was out, and then everybody started arguing.

One of my team mates comes up to me and says, 'It was out. You don't say anything, we'll handle it.'

And I didn't. Because I was the only girl in the team and I didn't want to have all the boys shout at me. I now see that for the miserable excuse it is. That I, who's always prided myself on my courage and honesty and fearlessness could be scared of incurring the wrath of five boys.

And when the other team turned to me, because of the fact that I've never lied before. I said it was out. All because it seemed oh so important to my team that we win.

To put it simply I LIED.

We went on to win. And the Pepsi was drunk and all of that.

But all evening and all of today morning, I've been feeling dreadful. I can't believe that I cheated. I walked home from the game with a heavy heart. Unable to believe that I could sink so low.

I may be making a bigger deal out of this than I should. It was just one inconsequential game of volleyball. But I can't help it. If I can lie for something as inane as whether the ball was in or out. What else can I possibly lie about?

I solemnly swear though, that I shall never do something like this again.

Now, if only this feeling of having done a great wrong would go away.


Sankoobaba said…
it takes experience to lie/cheat well...
its just a matter of time...
but never cheat/lie to harm others...
Perakath said…
Oh come on! Have you never lied before? My life is built on lies :(
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Perakath: Of course I've lied.. But somehow never when it comes to sports, where I've always thought of myself as having the sportsman spirit.

Does that make sense?
Mynie said…
Oh please... I am quite sure that you lied during all the YMCA games. You even taught the young kids how to cheat!!! :p
Homecooked said…
Why dont you have a rematch?? Dont think too much about that you feel terrible its unlikely that you will repeat this again :)

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