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*Excerpt from the book*
"You guys came to mock me"
"You" he said with venom, looking straight at me "You came with more name calling, right?"
I was shocked and tongue tied
"Stop with the pretentious look" he told me stan...
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It was one of those Sunday mornings were papa come knocking on our room door.
I shared a room with my sister Ronda and I couldn't pretend I was sleeping because my annoying little Sist would have given me out.
It was 5am in the morning, a time Papa comes around to wake us up for church. I wasn't a churchy person, so I always didn't like answering my pa.
"No mass today" papa asked.
My family were catholic by faith. During my formative years I kept asking why they chose Catholicism, why not Islam? They seemed interesting to me, or Buddhism or Jewish, I wanted a chance to wish my friends "happy Hanukkah" during the festive season, I always loved how happy Hanukkah comes out from my Jewish friends. As I grew up, I found out been catholic was a little boring, and could wait to change from that denomination.
I sluggishly stood up from my bed, I was going to the door to answer papa when my little Sist rushed out from our shared bathroom.
"Yes Dad, we are going" she answered instead. I heard papa walking away "Be ready in 30mins" he said.
Honestly, I wasn't feeling the whole church vibe today. I looked at my Sister with a side eye as she whistled a hymn, she knew I hated Sunday mornings, nevertheless I went about getting ready for church.
*1hour later*
I sat far away from my family, I intentionally did that. Papa always found a way of making me concentrate in church, asking me questions like "what did the officiating priest just say" and whenever I didn't get it right, I get scolded for it all day. So, I made it a point of duty to always sit far away from them. Rolling my eyes to myself, I was happy where I found a seat__far way from trouble.
The priest said something I didn't get and everyone stood up. The person sitting close to me stepped on my foot. With the annoyance I already felt from coming to church that morning, I attacked him verbally.
"Are you blind" I asked.
He turned. I knew he felt the anger in my tone. whether he was concerned about my tone or the way I reacted I really couldn't tell because I was blown away, I was facing the cutest creature I have ever had the liberty to meet, eyes so perfect, cheeks well set, lips, OMG those lips, they were the cutest I ever seen in my 17years of life
I believed he said something like "I was sorry" but I couldn't hear him.
Things were happening too fast ...
The priest who sounded soft spoken at the beginning of the mass became a noise to me, he wasn't Allowing me concentrate on my new object of admiration..
Gosh! I was in church, I shouldn't be thinking about a boy like this, my 17years old conscience spoke to me.
The boy looked at me in a funny way, like he was used to those kind of attention, where girls look lustfully at him and that got me triggered.
" you actually stepped on me and you can't even apologize" I almost shouted.
The coupled sitting in front of us had to turn. I really didn't care. How dare this......this......this thing look at me like that, I thought to myself.
"I already did" he said smirkingly,
that got me irritated I looked him up and down
"Pauper looking being" I said and hissed
From my peripheral vision I could see his countenance changed. I was satisfied kind of, but my conscience, my traitorous conscience pricked me. Oh come'on conscience he wasn't the best dressed. I couldn't described what he was wearing, but obviously he wasn't far from a poor guy, he just had a cute face, so, stop pricking me, I battled with my conscience.
But the stupid conscience won't allow me see the end of it, kept reminding me how my papa didn't raise me to look down on people, how i was a good girl, how it wasn't right, how bla bla bla bla.
"Okay, okay okay okay" I mentally told myself I will apologize to him.
I shifted my gazed to where he was seated trying to read his form. gosh! how was I going to begin. I was so bad at apologizing, It wasn't pride, but I wasn't good at it. I was never the troublesome type, I rarely get into troubles that would warrant apologies. So, these seem like a herculean task.
"Hi" I breathed out softly but loud enough for him alone to hear. he didn't reply.
I decided to try again. "I'm sorry for calling you a pauper"
Silence.. 1second... 2second.. 3second 5second..
Okay..
I gave up, thinking he didn't hear me, but when he finally turned you could literally see the pains in his eyes....
I was broken..
A/N Hello sweetpeas...... I have come to the end of this chapter, I really didn't wanna put all her experience with this new guy in one chapter, we will get to see that in the next chapter, I hope u enjoyed it.
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