The Sanative Rose

Chapter 1 The Party

"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us."

1 John 5:14.

Life in some cases can be exhilarating, bittersweet, and dispiriting. Sometimes, all at the same time. I learned a few years ago the meaning of life...at least, I think so. The meaning of life defines who you are and what you stand for. If you're like me, you have two ideas about life. One; everything happens for a reason and you're fine with it, two, you question you're reasoning of existence. I truly believe in the first one but I'm starting to change my perspective. I need to...I hope. I try to hope in the One who gives hope... it's a learning process but life is all about learning...

I look around for my purse, trying to figure out where I put it. I'm already getting hot from tossing my cover to the side as I search my bed.

"COME ON, BRAY. WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE PARTY."

Dang, why do I always have to be late for everything? I shake my head.

I mean, I'm late for school almost every single day.

"I CAN'T FIND MY PURSE, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I PUT IT."

"DID YOU CHECK THE DRAWER?"

Drawer?

I walk over to my dresser, finding my purse in it, feeling stupid of how I placed it there in the first place. Something's wrong with me.

I laugh to myself. "FOUND IT."

"THEN COME ON."

I walk over to the bedroom door and I look at myself in the mirror that hangs on the wall behind it. This guest bedroom is where I stay whenever I spend the night over my big sister's house. 1 bedroom downstairs and 3 bedrooms on the 2nd floor. I personally find this house intimidating. There's been many times a tree branch has knocked on the window while I was sleeping. It scares the mess out of me. She stays in this house by herself but when my family and I want to spend time with her, there's enough space.

My brown skin is glistening in the half-dark room from the lotion I put on. My long, shaped nails are painted in a red shade, matching with my red crop top and a black jean jacket with red roses on it. My hair is curled in perfect shape with a side part as some of my bangs touch my forehead. My full lips are covered with a faint, red gloss. My lashes are enhanced from mascara and my eyebrows are arched perfectly. My black, jean skirt and black wedges match perfectly. I smile, looking at my appearance.

First high school party! I shake my head in amusement. "...Please let everything go okay Jesus...I pray that something good will happen. Amen."

I've always wanted to go to a high school party. I hope I'm not overdressed.

"BRAY, IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO BED."

"OKAY, OKAY, I'M COMING."

I walk out of my room and into the hallway that leads to the curved stairs. Brii is waiting at the end.

Her hair is pushed up in a curly bun and is wearing a Pink outfit. She loves Victoria's Secret.

I reach the end of the stairs and she gives me an annoyed look. "Where was it?"

I shrug. "In the drawer."

"You've been coming over here for a whole three years and you still don't remember where to put things."

"Your house is..."

She raises her eyebrow. "What?"

"Never mind, it's fine."