Collection of story ideas I may or may not make into a full book.
This book contains sexual content and explicit language. Reader discretion is advised.
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Onika Maraj
"Church was so good today, Pastor," one of the church members said, smiling at my father and mother.
Dressed in their Sunday best, with big church hats sitting stylishly on their heads, their beautifully embroidered dresses, and hair straightened with a hot comb, they were effortlessly fashionable.
Every part of their look, from the lace on their sleeves to the shine of their shoes, showed how much they cared about looking good. They moved with an easy grace, making their style look natural and undeniable.
"Thank you, Sister Pearl. I always enjoy teaching the word of the Lord," my father, the preacher, said.
Yeah, I'm one of those.
Being a preacher's kid, I was always under pressure to live up to the expectations of being Pastor Robert Maraj's daughter. I had to be careful with every choice I made-who I hung out with, what I wore, even the kind of music I listened to.
There was no room for mistakes; everything I did was under a microscope.
I hated always feeling that pressure on me, it was too much.
"And you've grown so much, Miss Onika. How old are you now?" she asked, turning her attention to me as I gave her a warm smile.
She was the church lady with the peppermints in her bag. All the kids would run up to her during service to get one, and she'd happily hand them out every time.
"I'm turning twenty-five in a few months," I smiled.
"It's about time you start looking for your own place, don't you think?" the lady beside her, Sister Alice, chimed in with a chuckle.
She was the type who thought she could say whatever she wanted and pass it off as a joke.
"Onika is in medical school. We want her to focus on her studies, not on bills, so no... she's perfectly fine," my mother responded smartly.
And let me tell you, my mother isn't your typical First Lady. She'll check you in the most professional and churchy way possible.
She actually hates being the First Lady. She's always pushing me to go out, have fun, and enjoy my life. But my father is a different story-he's always on my case because I'm the only one of his kids who actually listened and followed his rules. He expects me to set a good example, and for some reason, I've always wanted to make him proud.
My sister, Lauren, couldn't handle the strict ways of the church anymore, especially since she's a lesbian. When my father found out, he kicked her out. Lauren didn't even put up a fight; she was already fed up with everything.
