One sunny day, I came to school. In math class, Mr. Yang began to read the report card of yesterday's mid-term exam. I got 79 points, and I collapsed. I have never scored 88 points since I was a child. My grandparents won't believe this is my achievement. I'm shy and scared, and I'm more worried that if my parents know, I won't have a good life these days. I dawdled to the door and the word "lie" came to my mind. When I got home, I blurted out, "I got 98 points in the exam. Congratulations for me! " Grandpa's smile spread, and grandma sincerely praised me: "Good granddaughter, keep working hard!" " "
But I am not happy. Then I cried in bed. I lied. I lied. I don't deserve praise and praise. After a while, grandpa asked me to take him to McDonald's, which was of course a reward for me. Although McDonald's is delicious, it is the worst lunch I have ever had.
In order to lie, I continued to tell two lies, such as the English test 100, to be a caring host. I feel more and more like a prisoner, afraid to face my parents directly, but I don't know that my lies have been exposed by my grandfather.