Your classmate was a peculiar one, and that was an understatement. Celeste was a liar in every sense of the word -- each word that slipped off her tongue kept you guessing, wondering what was truth and what was deception. You should avoid her by a mile, but you found yourself drawn to her, interested in her mystery.

She was sitting in the cafeteria one afternoon, cup of tea in hand, when you decided to approach; she paused, red eyes quickly assessing you. "Yes? What is it?"