Later that night...
After service;
Aimy dashes towards her mom. She jumps with her arms open to give her a hug.
“Wo there tiger. Try not to crush the new born kid." Her mom said playfully.
“I see you didn't bury the mom's joke on the altar as well." Aimy added jokingly.
“How could I do that to you?" Her mom replied playing along.
“I'm so glad you came Mrs Allison.” Vicky said from behind.
“Me too." She replied gratefully.
“At least now we can have an extra hand in distributing this filers." Hayley added playfully waving the filers in her hand as she walked towards them.
“I'm not sure we've gotten to that point yet, weird Hayley." Allison replied playfully.
“I'll take that, after all you're my new birthed daughter." She added playfully.
“Remind me again how she became a believer.” Allison questioned confusingly.
“I still don't know myself." Victoria replied playfully.
They chatted a little longer, talked about the sermon, prayed together, before they all departed to their different destinations.
Weeks later...
“Aimy! Wake up, it's time for morning devotions." Allison yelled from downstairs.
“Right now, can't we just skip it for today. I'm sure God will understand." Aimy replied changing her sleeping position.
“Aimy!" Her mom yelled again.
“Fine! I'm on my way." Aimy replied jumping off the bed.
Ever since my mom surrendered her life to Christ, she didn't let a moment slip to spend time with God, and somehow that linked to me.
She picks me up on time from school, and drops me off.
She drags me to all the church services. I mean I always wanted this, but now she's more like a pain– snooping around my business.
When I had nightmares, she'd pray with me.
I always acted like it was nothing, but it did help me feel calm.
Most Fridays we'd spend it at Grandma's (I even managed to preach to my cousin. He acted like he took it in, even when we both knew he didn't. Perhaps some-day, he'd understand.)
And others we spent having game nights with all our friends, even the new ones we made from Emer's party.
Right! Emer's party...
***************************
Seven days to the exam.
Hayley and Victoria decided to crash at my house to study. Since both their houses were a ton of distractions.
“Men! History's the worst." Hayley rants, slamming her history textbook to the ground.
“Why not try imagining you'd get paid a million dollars if you're able to memorize it." Aimy comments jokingly.
“That only works for things that actually matters. Like how to make heaven. Not reading one hundred and fifty copies of boring old men.” Hayley complained.
“You do know the Bible also has histories, right?” Vicky asks confusingly.
“History with a cute guy, who has long hair and Superpowers." Hayley replies snobbishly.
YOU ARE READING
End Time Cores
SpiritualAimy is a young teenage girl with a God given ability to view things to come in form of dreams. Lacking understanding to them and there being no one known to her who could interpret or explain them. She ends up in a world of torments and trembles to...
