Liar Girl

By Andre Govier

We all know a person who continuously tells lies. Sometimes to paint a better picture of themselves, sometimes they are simply just trying to please everybody. Steph Dawson is a typical 16 year old schoolgirl trying to do both of these. She often lies without thinking and then has to think about the lies she uses to cover up her own. 
This short but humorous story is the first in a series based on a typical 16 year old girl growing up, told in a first person narrative to give the reader an idea of how it feels to be the person telling the lies.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andre Govier
• Release date: Dec 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386056065

Andre Govier

I recently learnt that young people are often intimidated by very long books and only a small percentage purchased on Kindle are read through to the end. It made me a little sad to think of all the work which goes into novel creation not being fully enjoyed. I also felt some young readers are missing out on the joy of getting to the end of a book and being eager to pick up the next one. For this reason I deliberately chose to make my books short enough, so as not to intimidate, but instead be one evening's achievable reading. I have also chosen to write in first person narrative to allow the reader to feel how the main character in the story feels as she tells us her story. (Or lies)

Book preview

Chapter 1

At 16 my life should be fun fun fun every day but it never feels that way for me, Stephanie Tracey Dawson. For a start as a child born in the 90s my slightly thoughtless parents should have considered my name a little more

carefully before inflicting me with the worst initials possible. I live in a slightly sub average semi near Rhyl with my 10-year-old brother Kyle who my parents think is practically perfect, but I find him only annoying. He is

always walking into my room when he shouldn’t without knocking and constantly attempting to get people to sit and play a never-ending game of Monopoly with him.

Kyle is the sort of brother you can trust to tell your parents anything you ask him to keep secret. He keeps his room far too tidy and constantly wants to help our dad in the garden. A weird kid if ever there was one.

My Dad also known to his colleagues as PCSO Paul Dawson thinks he is living in a Police state and he often forgets he is at home after he has clocked off his shift plodding around the not so big city, but windy North

Wales streets of Rhyl. He always has time to be asking me where I am going and when will I be back. He always has time to tell me the funny or confusing stories about his day at work. He loves his job and hates it also. He hates that he isn’t a proper Police Officer and blames the 3 interview fails on government forcing his employers to recruit more females and ethnic minority officers and this has stopped him achieving his dream. For somebody wishing to be a macho cop he drives a slightly girly Silver Vauxhall Corsa and keeps talking about buying cars he will never afford. He can be embarrassing when he often comes to school in his uniform and wants to say hello but ends up telling off one of my friends or a parent. This would be followed by the predictable PCSO abuse outside the school gate and I can continue sometimes to take the abuse the next day on his behalf while he is safely some distance away busy upsetting somebody elsewhere who may have not picked up their dog mess or ridden their bike on a pavement.

On the other hand, if being an embarrassing parent was considered for an Olympic event my mother would represent the nation very well. Her name is Linda Dawson and few in Rhyl don’t know her name. She is 43 but thinks she is still 21. Don’t get me wrong this is a good thing, but she dresses only in ripped jeans or ones pinched from me and also wears skimpy vests, dyes her hair purple or pink alternately and constantly dances around the kitchen listening to the latest chart music whenever my friends call. She also drinks Smirnoff and diet coke... a lot. When she goes out or when she stays in, it matters not. In the house she puts it in a small plastic bottle to try and hide the act. When she is dressed up even more ridiculously wrong for her age and going out she wears a ton of costume jewellery and takes the plastic bottle of Vodka to make sure she starts any night out already louder and more drunk than anybody else. The most embarrassing thing my Mum does is refuse to wear knickers. She will constantly lecture me about how knickers cause thrush and tells all her friends, dads friends