I stick my pinkie finger in the air at Rissybola. She does the same. Then she stomps my foot. Hard. I quickly leap attack her. Her brother breaks it up. I stick my pinkie up at him, too. He's like, "Dont do that," and I reply, "Church finger," and walk off.
He's so annoying. But Rissybola is more annoying. Aunty Jessica claps her hands and tells every one to head to the back of the church to practice for the Passion of Christ. I shove Rissybola out of the way and I walk on. She drags me back by my hair. Sergio jumps in again, and blames me. I stick my finger up in the air at him again. "Stop that," he laughs. I don't laugh at that. I just keep the finger up. Jessica says that we will be rehearsing a temple scene where vendors are selling goods and Jesus chases them away. We take our places. I'm a Jewish woman buying goods. Jessica yells, "action!" As I pretend to be speaking to Gaby, another "vendor"/ friend, Rissybola comes up to me. "Kush??" She says crazily. I burst out laughing just as "Jesus" ("(cough, cough, sergio) runs into the "temple" and yells, "get out of my father's house!!" As everyone else runs, I leisurely and lazily stroll after them, ignoring Aunty Patdown's evil eye. But anyways, I always get the evil eye from her. Apparently she hates me and my sister, and all the other convent girls and Dyani (st. Francois) because apparently "we're rich". So, yeah.
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