Elena's Engagement

A.N. A special thanks to the many people in my life who inspire me to write! 

It never would have happened if it wasn't for him. I lost everything and gained something I didn't want. Thank god for Lindsay, though. She saved my life! 

I guess, I should start from the beginning. It was late summer and school was about to start. I was excited. I lost the scared part after freshman year. This was junior year, it was my time to shine. I couldn't wait for the first day of school. Besides the last day which was kind of sad; the first day of school was the best. It was a great day for reunions with friends.  

A faint ringing dragged me from my thoughts, grounding me back in reality. "Hello," I said as I answered the call. 

"Hey," it was Lindsay. She was my best friend. We had gone to the same church since we were babies. With straight brown hair (when she wanted it) and very bipolar hazel green eyes, she was beautiful. She never thought she was. Though, a lot of people told her that very thing."Are you going to church tonight?" 

"What kind of a question is that? Why wouldn't I go? I love it there," I exclaimed! 

"Lol, ok," she replied. "Just making sure you haven't gone crazy yet." 

"Not yet but any day now. I have to go, but I will talk to you soon," I said.  

We hung up and I let my thoughts envelop me once again, as I read my bible for tonight. 'I love that girl' I thought. We had been best friends, mainly because it was expected. My dad was the pastor and her dad the secondary pastor. As my father said "we were destined to be best friends"! 

I sat in my room for a while it's where I spent most of my summer days. It was, easily, my favorite room in the house. My room was like an exact replication of my personality. The walls were a beautiful dark blue because of corse blue was my favorite color. My bed spread was a lighter blue with darker boxes giving it an urban feel to it. I had a bookshelf and a dresser in my room as well. The wood dresser provided a great contrast to the darkness of my room while sitting comfortably on my creamcolored ultra plush carpet. The bookshelf was by far my favorite part of the entire room. My parents decided to let me paint it however I wanted so I did. Up one side was a key board, while on the other side a quarter note held it up. All along the shelves where swirrls of colors and all the things that represented me like crosses, jesus, and my friends. 

I loved church and God, unlike most pastors kids. I wasn't to proud to enjoy church, or love God. I was part of a stereotype that made me very angry because it wasn't like me at all.  

"Elana," my mom called up the stairs. "It's time to go."  

"Okay," I exclaimed! I jumped up off my bed and grabbed my sandals.  

I was wearing an adorable flowery shirt that flowed with a pair of denim shorts. Thank goodness my dad wasn't as strict on dress. He had limits and lengths I had to stay within the bounds of, but that seemed reasonable to me. I didn't want to show that much anyways. I tried to hurry as I strapped my Egyptian sandals on my feet. They were the in thing, and I had to admit, they were adorable. 

I ran down the stairs in a hurry, sure my mom would be upset by how long I took, but she was still smiling when I reached the kitchen floor.  

"You look cute today," my mom said as we walked out the door. 

"Why thank you," I responded cheerfully, getting into the car. We road most of the way in silence letting the melody of the radio encircle us, and me having to sing along at certain points. We made a little chit-chat about school, but for the most part it was quiet. Within ten minutes we were there. 

As I expected Lindsay was waiting for me on the front steps of the church. 

"Hey," I said to Lindsay as I stepped out of the car.  

"Hiiii," she said running to give me a hug. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the massive church. The church was only 15 years old but had 4 services stretching from 5p.m. on Saturdays to 5p.m. on Sundays, and over 500,000 people attending it regularly.  

I enjoyed having a place like this. My church and home were one in the same. It was my place of refuge, where I could unwind and let go of all my problems.  

We walked into the youth group area only to be greeted by our big group of friends. Being the daughter of a pastor at a big church had its perks. We had a lot of friends. It helped that a lot of them went to our school too. It had made my high school and junior high school experience much easier.