Chapter 8

Kelsie and Sasha walked the mall, talking and having a blast. Sasha felt as if there was nothing wrong in the world. When it got to be dinner time, Kelsie reminded Sasha of their sleepover plans for that evening. Sasha was relieved at the idea of not going home until the next evening and quickly called her mother for permission. Rachel reluctantly said yes.

Church in the morning was boring and nothing special, just as Sasha always thought. She sat through it restlessly, feeling uncomfortable from the moment she entered the building. She was relived when it was finally over and was happy to be back in the fresh air. She always felt like everyone in the church was judging her with every glance.

Sasha waited patiently for Kelsie's 2 younger siblings and her older brother to get in the back seat before sliding into the captain's chair and sinking down, letting out a sigh of relief. Kelsie sat in the other captain's chair and glanced curiously at her friend. The ride was long and awkwardly silent. They finally made it back to the Whisely's house and Sasha and Kelsie retreated to her bedroom. Sasha flopped down on Kelsie's bed and sighed.

“What's the matter?” Kelsie asked as she sat down and scooted closer to her friend.

“What?” Sasha pulled her head up and look at Kelsie curiously. “Nothings the matter. Should there be something wrong?”

“No,” Kelsie shook her head. Sasha dropped her head back down on the bed “I guess not. You just seemed upset about something.” Kelsie waited for Sasha to say something. When she didn't Kelsie continued. “So what did you think of the sermon today.”

“It was great.” Sasha lied. She didn't want Kelsie knowing how much she hated it.

“Yeah, Pastor Jim really has some great messages, doesn't he.” Kelsie smiled then stood to her feet and began undressing from her Sunday attire. She had worn a black pencil skirt with a red blouse tucked in. Nylons and black heels. Then her black hair was pulled back into a tight neat bun. And she wore artificial glasses and red lipstick to complete the look. “I mean he made some really great points on how important honesty is.”

Sasha could feel her face get hot. Did Pastor Jim really preach on honesty today? Sasha hadn't paid any attention to the sermon. Kelsie continued.

“I mean not that I've ever had an issue with honesty but I just thought his points were very cool, you know?”

“Yeah great.” Sasha said unenthusiastically, she wanted the subject to change. “So what should we do today?” Sasha propped up on her elbows.

“I don't know.” Kelsie had changed into sweatpants and a green hoodie. She had taken her hair out of the bun and it fell freely down her back with a perfect wave going through it. “We could just stay here a talk.” Kelsie was hoping that Sasha would be more open to talk today. Sasha just dropped onto the bed again without responding. “Like maybe what's going on at home.” Sasha's face got red. She didn't want to lie to her friend again but how could she tell Kelsie whats really going on.

“What do you mean?” Sasha asked trying to sound oblivious.

“Come on, Sasha, I know there is something going on that you're not telling me.” Kelsie waited again for a response. “Is something going on with your parents?”

“NO!” Sasha snapped, sitting up completely on the bed now. “Don't you think I would tell you if something was going on? Come on, Kelse, you're my best friend!” Sasha could feel her face getting even hotter then before. This was probably the worst lie she had told anyone before.

“I'm really sorry, Sasha. I just wanted to be sure.” She paused thinking about what had just happened. “I just wanted to be sure you knew that I'm here for you and you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah, thanks, I know!” Sasha's voice was hard. The two sat in awkward silence. Sasha tried pulling herself together but she was only getting angrier. How could her friend just assume that something was going on at home? That was not Kelsie's place to pry into her life. But then, how could Sasha snap at her best friend like that. They had been best friends since the 1st grade and it just seemed like Sasha was ruining everything. She felt like crying but couldn't bring herself to apologize.

“Maybe I should just go home.” Sasha broke the silence. Kelsie only nodded without moving. Sasha waited another minute then stood to her feet, grabbed her bag and left the room. She went to the first floor and was about to walk out the door when Mrs. Whisely stopped her.

“You going home, sweetie?” Mr. and Mrs. Whisely had always been like second parents to Sasha and so hearing Mrs. Whisely's voice so soft and kind almost broke Sasha. It took everything in her to hold back the tears that were trying desperately to break loose.

“Yeah, my mom just called and said she was waiting for me outside.” Sasha lied again. This lying thing was really getting out of hand.

“Oh well why don't you tell her to come in and say hi. It's been a while since I've spoken with your mother.”

No, we uh,” Sasha had to think of an excuse and quick. “We have to get home because my uh.” Nothing was coming to her. “I have homework that I need to get done by tomorrow.” Mrs. Whisely nodded and smiled.

“Okay, sweetie. I hope you get it all done in time. Have a good day.”

“You too” Sasha mumbled as she scurried out the door closing it roughly behind her. She ran across the yard and down the street. She ran as fast as she could. Past houses and down streets, past restaurants and the library until her lungs felt as though they might burst. She slowed down and came to a complete stop at the park. She hadn't even noticed she had been crying. Her face was soaked with the tears.

She was ruining everything. Her mother's happiness. Her relationship with her best friend. Oliver and Melissa's relationship. Her chances with Oliver. And now she was lying to everyone. Even Mrs. Whisely. She sunk to the ground and let the tears flow. She only hoped no one was visiting the park right now.

When the tears stopped flowing Sasha stood to her feet and slowly, numbly walked home. She quietly opened the front door and walked in. Someone was in the kitchen. She moved quickly and quietly to the hall way. When she was almost to her bedroom she called out.

“I'm home, mom” Then slipped into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. She could hear her mom distantly responding.

“Did you have fun?” Sasha had no interest in responding. She flopped onto her bed and pulled a pillow over her head, hoping to drown out anything and everything. 

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