Sasha was a bit relieved that she didn't have to go in to details on her life. She knew she could tell her, but she had to make sure that Phoebe was a true friend. And since they had just met, it didn't really make them true friends.
"I was planning to... read this book," she said. "Trying to escape it actually, a friend is obsessed with it and really wants me to read it. I said that I would read it out here, but I wasn't going to. I hate reading."
When she said that she hated reading, a lump formed in her throat. It was hard having to lie to everyone. But she had to do it. If she didn't, then her life would be worse. And it was already horrible. She couldn't risk it. That wasn't an optioned. She let out a small sigh.
"Yeah, something happened in primary school," she said. "I um... got teased, I guess is the simple term. It went a bit too far, and uh.. they were doing physical things like throwing vegetables at my house. Some of those things broke the windows! And uh... my family isn't an average family, I guess you could say. My mother hates me and threatens my family members and makes them act horribly to me. So they made it seem like it was all my fault."
She was surprised at herself. She had just told someone she had just met what her life was like, the story that she never told anybody!
"I mean, I read that in a book. I like to act."
Sasha felt like it was a good response until a few seconds later, when she realized she was supposed to be someone who hated reading.
"Which I am right now! I never read, which is why I came out here, to escape reading. And my friend told me that story that was from a book. She's a reading freak."
She felt incredibly stupid. There she went, giving away all of her secrets. It was bound to happen some time, after all the lying, she had to tell the truth to someone. It was a good thing that someone didn't happen to be one of those people who tells everyone everything they hear. She hoped that Phoebe wasn't like that.
