Essay About Best Friend And Complicated Situation

Take Ten for Writer: Exercise 3
Exercise 3Number 8: Because of a pack of lies… because a lack of piesBecause of a pack of lies I was now stuck out here in this god forsaken place called Tinsy Town. It all started when my dad accidentally found my stash of condoms in my bedroom and I lied to him about them being mine. It’s was actually a very complicated situation as they actually belonged to my best friend, Tanya but she freaked out and begged me to say they were mine because she was afraid that my dad would tell her mum so those lies got me stuck in this silly small town. He then decided that the city was too harsh on a single parent teenage girl and moved us to a small and quaint town with a population of 256 people; Tinsy Town. On the first day here, all the neighbors brought over a welcome gift, be it pie, casserole, pot roast and even blankets. Our fridge was filled with food that we didn’t have to cook for weeks. My dad and I used to get along great before the incident but now I could feel him watching my every move and the lack of privacy was annoying because I didn’t want my dad knowing every single thing that was happening in my life. It was becoming unbearable so I found solace in school. Back in the city I was a well behaving high achiever student but here in this town all people cared about were the sports teams and stats. It was very upsetting for me as I did not have the sport gene in me. Give me a hundred essays to write would be much preferable than climbing up a rope in gym. So the incident that happened on the 4th of July parade was not surprising considering the priorities in this town. Everyone was getting ready for the parade, floats were being made, costumes, food it seemed like everyone had a role to play so my dad didn’t want to be left out volunteered to bake the pies needed for the parade. When he told me about this I decided that the fresh air must have damaged his brain cause the two of us can’t bake to save a life. Our dinner back in the city was baked beans on toast so I have no idea why my dad would offer to bake pies. When I voiced out my concerns he waved them away and told me that he’ll just buy the pies from a bakery. Just as he said it, the neighbor across the street dropped by with a traditional home made pie recipe and wished us good luck as the pies were considered a major part in the parade. It’s was a week before the parade and my dad was calm until one day he stormed into the house after a parade committee meeting and announced that he needed 40 pies. 40 freaking pies in a week he shouted and started pacing back and forth. Being the good daughter that I am, I grabbed hold of the phone book and started looking through the directory for a bakery that was a town away so the people on tinsy town would have no idea that the pies were store bought instead of homemade.I found a bakery and passed the number to my dad who immediately snatched it and called it straight away. I heard my dad asking for any pies as long as they are ready by Friday. It was pretty funny so here’s the exact conversation.Dad        : Hi, is there Tasty Cakes? Anna        : Yes, my name is Anna. How may I help you?Dad        : Do you make pies? Anna        : Yes, we have an assortment of pies. What kind do you need?Dad        : Any type will do but I need 40 of them by Friday.Anna        : …. Um, did you say 40 pies by Friday?