jaylar
Mrs. Pearson knew the children who stood with her, waiting for the bus, were impressed by the car, by the jewellery Keisha wore.
They asked her, “Who is that?” as if she were some celebrity.
Lying, Mrs. Pearson told them;
“She had been a student who was hit by a bus many years ago and spent a long time in the hospital.”
The children asked more questions, but the bus arrived. They boarded. Mrs. Pearson moving to the back, away from her students. She took a seat, ashamed of her skill at lying, but praying to be forgiven.
She had lied to hide the truth; that decent women grow up to be bus taking teachers, and whores drive BMWs
