{Not Continuing}Barstool

Chapter Three

- Lola's POV -

My eyes opened slowly to the sound of the birds chirping outside my bedroom window. My head was sore even though I only had one glass of champagne last night, ugh.

I sat up slowly and stretched my arms until my bedroom door flew open.

"What time did you get home last night?!" My mum shouted as she stomped into my bedroom. I continued to stretch then glanced over at her.

"1am like you said" I mumbled before jumping out of bed and standing in front of her. She raised an eyebrow.

"You better be telling the truth missy, it's Sunday now get ready for church" She said before walking out of my room. I sighed loudly and threw myself back onto my bed.

My parents and whole family are very religious. Their lives revolve around god. But I don't really understand it.

I've been brought up to be a Christian and follow all these stupid rules in a book that was wrote thousands of years ago. And for what? What is the point in doing this when we technically only have one life, I want to live it how I like. Wow, rant over.

I am forced to go to church every Sunday with my family though, it's very draining.

I quickly jumped up and threw on a tartan dress and black converse and put my hair into a pony tail. I'm not dressing to impress as you can tell.

I hurried down the stairs and quickly had a cereal before getting into the car with my mum and dad to go to church. I was so excited, as you can tell.

As my dad drove the car my mum glanced back at me and looked at what I was wearing.

"You could've made an effort Lola. We are going to the house of God" She scoffed before turning around in her seat again. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window.

After 10 minutes of driving in silence we reached the church. A lot of people my age go to church but they're all hypnotised by all the words the minister and the old book says. What is the point in anything?

Dad parked the car and we got out and walked into the church. The warm air hit my face and that was the only thing good about this place. The heating.

The Richards approached us as soon as we entered the building. Great. They're an extremely rich family who basically own the church as they fund for everything that goes on here.

My mum is a bitch and tries to make me talk to their son, his name is Callum and he is 19 and too snobby for me to handle.

As they spoke to my mum, Callum's mum stared me up and down which made me feel extremely uncomfortable. So I walked off.

"Wait Lola come back!" My mum shouted as I walked away. I stopped and turned around to look at her.

"Why don't you go speak to Callum?" She said with a smile, I clenched my fists and walked off. Why would I speak to that annoying snob. I have someone else on my mind.