“I’m sorry I can’t bring my monkey today.” Large, hot tears began to flow down his cheeks.

“Why not? Is he sick or something,” Jared asked.

Jacob shook his head. "No, he's not sick. He's not even real! I made him up! I'm sorry for lying and I wouldn't blame everyone of you if you just hate me!" He ran to his desk and laid his head down on his desk wishing he could just disappear.

Suddenly, he felt a small, warm hand cover his own. "I don't hate you, Jake," a kind female voice said softly. "Matter of fact, I've always thought of you as pretty cool!"

Jacob raised his head to look at his friend. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! "But I'm a liar, Taga!"

"Well, yeah, you used to be, but now you're being honest. It took a lot of guts to tell everybody that you made up Funny Face. Most kids would have just said that he died or something."

"I just wanted people to like me," Jake admitted softly.

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