Secret

To my most reliable friend, I am writing you this letter because I have a very juicy secret to tell you as soon as I see you this weekend. I am in a rather difficult situation that has me soaked with anxiety and I am not sure if I will be able to come out of this situation without a helpful friend like you. (Hint: Helping me requires lying, but we all know you are dripping with lies and that is part of the reason I chose you.) It all started yesterday when I was helping my mom go shopping for our cookout at the store. I was happy with the trip and so would my mom if I had not spilled coffee on her before our departure, everyone knows I am not the most coordinated person. However being the helpful daughter I am, I went off on my own to help my mom tackle a portion of the list in the refreshment aisle. When I got there, the floor was bring mopped by a weird janitor in wretched work overalls and I was forced to stare, this did not benefit me because I was already clumsy, and the floor was slippery, and now an added distraction was thrown in. When i got the jug of juice I managed to keep them secure for a few minutes until...they fell. Obviously I could not wait until this weekend to tell you my sappy secret, but now you know what a mess I can be. Your dear friend, Leiyana