Life Changes [Roc Royal story]

The different sides.

Grace:

"Amen! Amen!" I cheered on with everyone else in the youth group with me as our youth leader preached on to us. 

This sermon was something I could really relate to, as a Christian teenager.

"A lot of you think that you are 'uncool' because you don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend, or you are a virgin. Not only is it safer to be a virgin, the bible says that we should wait until we are married. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the idea of a 'one flesh union'. Each time you sleep with someone, it's like a part of you goes into that person. Which is why the bible says sex should only happen after the marriage, as the idea of a one flesh union is only meant for couples. And for those who commit adultery with other people, they are putting themselves inside of other people, which degrades the idea of a one flesh union. As well as that, the risks of diseases comes with sex. So please, my youths. Don't fall into the pressures of society. Let's end this meeting with a prayer.

Father,

Help guide us through the temptions and the spirit of wickedness that live in people around us that we don't suspect,

Help us open our eyes to see which of our friends help 'better our lives', and who want the worst for us in our lives,

Help us abide by your rules O Lord,

Father guide today's youth through their everyday lives, as we don't want them to give into what today's society find exceptable,

And most importantly Lord,

Bless these children in the mighty name of Jesus,

In your name we pray O Lord,

Amen"

"Amen" We cheered, with clapping.

Chresanto :

" Santo, lemme get a puff of that."

I was ZONED.

LICKED.

Higher than the skies.

I gave my friend the zoot, and layed back on the grass thinking about my life.

I wasn't a smart kid, nor a dumb kid. I wasn't a drug-dealer, involved in any gangs, or any of that. I just smoked my weed. I came from a stable family, a middle classed family infact. Nothing was wrong in my life.. I had it easier compared to other people. I just didn't care. What's the point? How many black people do you actually see making it successfully in life? Compared to the white people? I just gave up with everything. I still attend school, only because it's compulsory. The only thing I would say was wrong with me was that I was always angry. Angry for no damn reason. My parents have tried everything, I just don't open up to people. Not even my friends that I grew up with. I knew loads of girls were after me.. But I didn't care about that. I didn't care about anything to be honest, only my weed..

"Ray, I'm out" I said as I dapped my friend, and left the park.

Grace :

"I really enjoyed the sermon today, it really spoke to me Pastor." I said to Pastor Michael.

Me and Pastor Michael had always had a very close relationship.

"I knew it would Grace.. You know that you are a very special girl? You have a loving nature. You and a nice a polite girl. The only thing is, that you are shy. As well as you preaching to any your friends about God, why not preach to someone else about God.. A 'Lost Soul' as we describe them. Someone you see, and you know God can help them in life." Pastor said, whilst clearing the church hall.

I looked down at my feet. As much as I loved God, and the church, I'm not much of a person to go up to someone, and talk to them. I'm too much of a shy person. They would most likely laugh in my face.

"Grace.. God revealed to me in a dream that you will meet someone. Whatever you decide to do when you meet that person, is up to you, and God.. Just remember that the holy spirit lives in you. Get home safely." Pastor said, whilst walking me to the door.

"Good night Pastor. God bless." I said whilst clutching my bible to my chest as the cold November chill travelled down my back.

As I made my way through the cold, Pastor's words lingered in my head.

"You will meet someone."

As much as I loved God, I didn't understand why he had picked me to meet someone. Who was this person anyway? There were many out-spoken, loud and social people in church, yet God chose me to meet this 'person'.

I sat at the bus stop, with my thoughts still jumbled up about what pastor said. Not long after, a boy joined me. He was lightskinned, and had curly hair. He looked around my age, 16 years old. And from the way all of my friends had described it to me, he looked like he was high on weed.

Remembering what Pastor said

"You will meet someone."

Could this be the boy? 

I looked over at him, and he had an emotionless expression on his face. 

No, it couldn't be. Plus, I wasn't going to try and talk to a boy who had just finished smoking weed. Who knows what emotions are running through his head? Only God.

I got on the bus, and sat in the front. As he trudged past me slowly, he went to the back of the bus. The bus journey home was silent, as only me and him were on the bus. I looked around for anything to distract me from the eery silence, but nothing could. So as my stop approached, I jetted off the bus, not looking at the bus when it went pass me.

Usually, the streets of New Jersey were filled noise and laughter. But today, it was filled with the silence. The eery silence had followed me, making it known that I was again, alone with my thoughts.. Pastor's words ringing through my head.