Homeroom

Jennifer and I sat next to each other. We waited for the other students to get into the classroom. Once everyone was seated, the morning announcements begun. They mostly just talked about getting lockers and other things.

"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Lopez. I'll be your homeroom teacher this year," Mr. Lopez, our homeroom teacher announced, "and today we'll be doing two truths and a lie to get to know each other better."

He had written his two truths and a lie earlier, while we were waiting for the bell to ring. They were:

I went to Hawaii on vacation this summer.

I don't like chocolate.

My favorite color is red.

A student raised his hand and replied, "I'll guess it's the second one."

"Correct! But that round was easy. Let's see what you guys can come up with!"

Jennifer raised her hand. The teacher called on her, and she swiftly walked over to the whiteboard. She wrote her two truths and a lie:

I skipped a grade.

I went camping this summer.

I hate reading.

To me, it was obvious which one was the lie. But, I wanted to see what the others would guess, so I stayed silent.

"The first one! There's no way you skipped a grade!" A student exclaimed.

"Nope!" Jennifer replied with a grin on her face.

"The second one then?" Another student said.

Jennifer just shook her head.

Everyone was in awe-except for me, of course- as Jennifer walked back to her seat. She gestured for me to volunteer next, but I didn't know what my two truths and a lie would be. Nevertheless, I raised my hand anyway, and slowly walked up to the board. I took a few seconds to think, then wrote my two truths and a lie down:

I read for fun.

I didn't do anything remarkable this summer.

My favorite food is salad.

Perhaps you could guess which one is the lie, and by the looks of it, Jennifer knew it too.

"The second one?" Someone asked.

"No," I answered.

"The third one then." Another student stated.

"Correct." I walked back to my seat, relieved that it was over with. Of course, my favorite food isn't salad. It's actually pizza, although it might not seem like it.

The rest of our classmates took turns writing their two truths and a lie on the board and letting us guess the lie out of the three. While they did this, Mr. Lopez passed out our schedules. At the end of homeroom, the bell rung.

"Class dismissed," Mr. Lopez shouted over the bell. The other students walked out of the room, so only Jennifer and I lingered. We stood in silence for a few seconds, then followed them.

As we walked through the hallway, Jennifer said, "I wish that we had the same classes." She looked down at the ground as she said this, a serious look on her face.

I thought so too, but didn't say anything. I could tell that although she didn't want to admit it, she was nervous too.

We went our separate ways, going to our first period classes.