Some people treasure their lies, proudly declaring “I still have all three!” To peers…

Then there’s the rest of the population, who use them up without realising.

When people turn 18, three lines appear on their arm, a symbol that will refresh every year. Three lines, three lies.

I used them all up in one day.

My dad shouted up the stairs that I was going to be late for college. The blankets are warm and my eyes are hooded.

“I’m almost done, just brushing my hair…” I yell, wondering why my arm suddenly stings.

The second lie came over text message while I was in class. [no, I have plans tonight. Sorry!]

By the time I was on the bus home, the third and most fatal lie came from my mouth.

My best friend smiled at me. “Are you okay?”

I smiled right back. “Yes. Just tired.”