Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

nightmares are dreams too.

this is what I do best: change to suit the people around me.

I can play all the parts life has cast me in, I know all my lines; I’ve been rehearsing for a very long time.

We don’t come here anymore—I can’t remember the last time we went out.

Jo is the kind of girl who likes to write everything down.

being honest with yourself is more important than being honest with others.

Nana always said that books made better friends than people anyway.

Lies can seem true when told often enough.

A silent rage spreads like a virus in my mind.

goose bumps

satnav

I’ve never had many friends. The truth is I just don’t like many people, not really.

There are different kinds of love—one word could never accurately describe them all.

“Hang on, what is it?” asks Claire. She likes us to take turns, for everyone to watch what everyone else gets.