Zuma willed her eyes to stay in place. They shifted a little to glance at her father but quickly fell back on her mother, giving her a sweet smile. She tried to look her most innocent and not fidget but she couldn’t help but grip the skirt in her lap. She hated lying. Hated it. Especially lying to her mother and father.
The young girl thought quickly, thinking if she did not at least clarify, she would be in trouble. “I just...don’t like having to tell my friends no because I’m trapped here when they are not.” The girl tried very hard not to give any indication she still was not entirely truthful. At least, not any obvious signs.