Temptation

Chapter Twenty -Three

I begged my dad to take me to church this morning, so here we were - the sinners in the back, standing nervously as the other regular Christians eyed us up and down. We only went to the back apparently because we were worried about taking the seats of the regulars in the front. 

          I swallow the lump in my throat, and try to hold a small smile. We dressed relatively nice, though I'm pretty sure God says come as you are... But I don't know...

            I was wearing a floral sundress, and yellow flats. My dad in a grey tuxedo and dress shoes. I had even flat ironed my hair to be pin straight. I hope they liked me - but they have to like me here right... this was Church?

            The sermon was about secrets - how interesting God worked just at the right times,  was this him telling me to tell my Dad about what was going on? I glance over at my dad, I had never really told him anything once i think about it.

           I sigh inwardly, I didn't like that feeling -that feeling that there wasn't a bond.

         During the sermon Alistairs' face drowns my mind. I try to blink him away, but it doesn't work.

         "At this moment I would like all the teens to follow Miss Anne to the Bible Study room." the Priest examples his hand out, and I look back at a line of teens walking out of the back, and getting up and leaving their parents. 

           "Do I go?" I whisper to my dad.

            "You are a teen, right Fallon?"

          "What if they don't like me, what if no one talks to me..." I feel like Christians (the good ones) can smell Sin, and see evil - like real dark evil, that haunts people and stuff. I feel like I have some dark evil around me.

          "Get up there and follow, they're bound to love you." my dad smiles, patting me on the shoulder. I give a defeated look, and scoot down the aisle past the legs of many people. I follow up behind everyone and shuffle through.

           We walk up the carpted halls, and around corridors. Statues of Jesus standing in a praying pose were all around the place, and photos of the church. My stomach clenchs a bit as the feeling of being watch seeps into my bones.

          We walk into this small room where there are chairs set up in a circle.

         I nervously take a seat closest to the door just in case things get out of hand. The room begins to crowd, and I look around a realize the women who goes by Miss Anne isn't in the room. I sigh, and look around.

         So far, it was just teens.

         A girl with chcolate brown skin, and a thick ponytail sits down nexk to me, crossing her legs in an elegant manner, she looks over at me, and looks back to the center of the circle. From the perphirey of my vision I see her look again.

          Take the initiative Fallon. I think to myself. People don't have to break their necks to talk to you, maybe you shold try breaking your own.

          Or Alistair can do it for you... my negative nagging concious laughs.

          "Hi... I'm Fallon," I say quietly, looking over at the girl.

         She looks shocked that I even said anything to her. "I - I'm Grace," she smiles, extending her hand out to me. I extend mine towards her, and we meet halfway, shaking hands. She has a killer grip. I smile trying to hold back a stunned expression of such a grip. She sure didn't look like she'd have that kind of hand.