OH BOY! Walk me down that road

Chapter one; status

2011

"Welcome to Sunday service" pastor mike announced opening his grey Bible with a smile, one so bright at the people United in the Holy Spirit before him, a church of brothers and sisters, could feel the warmth. This is where all the neighborhood Christian's come to pretend they walk with god but who was Aliza to judge? No one. She'd sit here in this seat for hours as the pastor spoke, her mind wondering why the people around her talked through the sermon quietly and subtly.

She heard the gossip spreading around town about her and her family, though they were quite big and stretched out, the mother's of the church laughed at her pink dress. She could care less the only opinion that mattered above her own was god, only he shall judge her.

She glanced towards her legs, looking at the ran down dress gracing her skin, her body covered wonderfully as the Bible said. The older ladies at the church always had their breasts out and still tried to make her feel undesirable, which is not how women should act by the way and she still couldn't find a care in her body regarding their meek whispers about her.

Deciding it was probably best to pack her things and go she did so, leaving her father to ponder what his nine year old daughter could possibly be up to now. The man looking over his right shoulder with a smile. The young girl had a cheerful side to herself, spontaneously always finding herself in better situations than the one she had previously been in.

Aliza knew the floors and walls of this church so well she could walk around with her eyes closed and still end up in-front of the off white bathroom doors, the silver handles looking pretty and clean like they had always been every Sunday.

The door handles felt cold beneath her fingers as she turned them left, stepping in the pretty decorated room. Her young eyes immediately transferring to the mirror above the grey sink. Sighing the girl placed herself in-front if the mirror that had gold lined all around every edge and cranny to study herself. "Who are you?" A light voice spoke from behind the door, a little boy with black hair and bunny teeth.

"My name is Aliza, I'm sorry I didn't know you were in here!" She felt the apology leave her mouth before she could even realize that this was the woman's bathroom. Who was she to be apologizing he's the one in the female bathroom hiding away behind the door. "Hi Aliza...my name- is uhhh jeongguk but if that's too hard to–say you can just say jungkook" the boy was clearly older than her, he had black dress shoes on his feet paired with pretty white and black pants, his shirt however...was plain.

It was as if he gave up on the outfit when he made it to the top. "Jeo-n gguk? Did I say it right?!" She giggled clapping her hands together when the said boy nodded with a smile, his dimples on his cheeks growing loud and prominent. "Yeah you did!" The two hugged as if they had been friends for the longest, neither of them noticing how quickly jeongguks shyness went away from the start of the conversation.

"How old are you?" Aliza asked, playing with the hem of her dress nervously, she hopped silently that he was around her age because she needed a friend. "I'm eleven! And you?" The nose scrunching ask he talked was so cute. "I'm nine, wanna be friends?" Her confidence suddenly pushing through her since he was only two years older than her. "Yes let's be friends!" The two sat on the floor of the bathroom taking turns drawing on jeongguks sketch pad that he apparently had the whole time he was hiding away from his mother.

"What's your last name Aliza?" Bunny boy asked her, his eyes watching her hair bounce around curiously as she hummed to a song he didn't know while her fingers were busy sketching a waterfall. "It's namani! How about you?" The boy giggled making a mental note in his brain to remember how to say the shorter girls last name. "Jeon" for a moment, he saw the melanated girls features twist up in confusion before it suddenly went back to normal. "Your name is jeonbuk jeon?" If it wasn't for her smile he would've thought she was making fun of his name.

"Almost! It's jeongguk!" Her cheeks flushed red and she covered her face in embarrassment at the fact she had asked that question so confidently. She took a few seconds to push that feeling away before locking eyes with the older guy before her, not even two seconds of eye contact and the bathroom was covered in laughter. "That was so funny!" Jeongguk announced. "Nuh uhhh." Aliza bites back, she had never really been a girl of letting others get the last word, she wasn't going to let him either.

"But seriously jeongtuk I need a nick name for you incase I say it wrong accidentally again.." who the heck was jeongtuk. "You said it wrong again oh my gosh" he didn't laugh at her this time he just grasped her hands smiling softly so she didn't think he was laughing at her even though Aliza felt he had every right to.

"Oh sorry- can I just call you...bunny!?" Nose scrunching as the word bunny left her mouth, jeongguk might not want a nick name anymore.. "uhmm it's not bad but... why bunny?" He asked as if he had now clue that he looked like a tiny baby bunny. "You look like a cute one please can I call you that- wait no cookie!" This one seemed better than bunny but jeongguk didn't have a strong filter–"you can call me both!..my mom does that with me too."

Aliza smiled again, it seemed like through this time they spent together on the bathroom floor with each other all they did was get closer, giggle, and smile. No complaints from her or him, they just knew they'd be friends for a long time. "When ever my moms mad at me she calls me by my middle name or my full name, but when she's happy she calls me pretty girl!" Aliza shared, noticing a woman at the bathroom door looking a lot like the boy next to her, though the happiness was not on the lady's face. Pure anger. The lady gripped the silver handles of the off white door, her nails scratching the material and Aliza felt scared herself.

Red and black was all the lady was wearing, a tight skirt with a zipper, a loose red shirt that looked like silk and red bottom heels. The devil wears Prada type of vibe none the less.

"Jeon get your as—behind over here right now." The lady brushed her wavy hair over her shoulder and spoke harshly, even Aliza could feel the wince he almost let out. Jeongguk didn't notice himself that he squeezed her hand. The said eleven year old moved to stand up. "Hey before you go- could I possibly get your email?!" Her parents let her use her own email on the run down computer to do her school work surely they wouldn't mind her using it for something else...

The lady tapped her foot on the floor impatiently, ha! so they are bunnies deep down inside. Jeongguk didn't say anything but he looked at his mother with a silent plea, causing her to reach out with a piece of paper and a pen from her black hand purse, handing it to her son, he smiled writing down his personal email for school as well.

After about what seemed like an eternity of impatience from the young girls side, a folded piece of paper was put in-front of her on the floor with a drawn heart and smiley face on it and at that the two; mother and son, left Aliza alone in the bathroom.