I have tried to enter the house in absolute silence. Still, I realize that my effort is not enough when I find my father in the living room watching television. "Daughter, where have you been?" he asks. Then he narrows his eyes "you got a tan, were you at the beach?" he continues to inquire.

I walk up to him, greet him, and smile. "Yes, dad, I was at the beach with some friends and I've tanned too much" I lie and put on my best poker face. "I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep; I'm tired," I lie.

"Have you had dinner yet?" he asks me before I can go upstairs to my room.

"Yes, we went to a restaurant on the beach" I make an excuse. I go upstairs, and halfway through, I yell, "have a good night," and before he can ask me something, I go to my room.

I go into my room and close the door. I stand there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I hate lying to my father, but I can't tell him anything about my relationship with Lucas. I know he wouldn'