The Preacher's Daughter ✝

Intro:

Blossom AJ'a Higgins

I am the quite girl, that stands by herself. I have no friends to associate with. No one to console me. My mother always drives me to church on Sundays. Being that I'm the pastor's daughter. My father is well know for his preaching. He has his own tv shows. He makes money. It's tough for me. Everyone is excepting me to be a good example. I try so hard to be all that they desire. I became know as the good-two-shoes. I never wore anything that reviled anything to extra. I get good grades, but no one seems to like me. My forehead stands out. I understand. I understand why everyone choose to keep their distant from me.

They probably think I'll judge them like the rest of the saints. I wish I had normal parents. I feel so pressured, when I can't do the least bit of things that excites me. I'm locked home doing nothing, but homework. I hate my life, I hate being treated like I don't exist to anyone, but church. God sure ain't helping me make friends. I sit alone in class, during lunch, and sit alone in the school bus.

I remember once, I was sitting alone in the bus and someone actually sat by me. Deep down inside my heart was pounding with joy, but one of the guys confronted him, about me. They said a lot of hurtful things about me. I understand. I wear big glasses. A child that was close to 300 pounds. My back always hung low. I couldn't wear what the girls were wearing. They had on shorts and a see through shirt, my mom consider that a stripper's outfit, but in my opinion I kinda like the style. I don't have the choose to wear what I want. Every clothes that I owe my mom buys. I can't speak up the way I would like. She's my mother and in the bible it says to obey your parents.

Someone was always calling me out my name in the cafeteria. I pretend I don't hear the things they say. In church I learn to ignore what they said or had to offer me. I also learnt that words are weapons and could hurt someone in many ways I couldn't put into words.

"Here come Ugly Monkey. Cover your eyes before you get the decease!" A boy yelled, having everyone eyes shut tight.

I lowered my head, dragging myself with my food, that the school cooked up.

"Walk up!" The girl yelled, pushing me onto the ground.

The apple pie found a way to come on my face. I held in all the tears that I possibly could. I didn't want to get up, cause of the laughter that I felt that was about to overpower my feelings. The girl then kicked me near my sides. I groaned in pain. She kicked me once more.

"You got milk on me, you ugly unknown species!!!!!" She yelled in front of everyone that already formed a circle.

All that was able to come out of my mouth was a sorry. I wasn't bold enough to attempt to hit her back. Momma always told me turn the other cheek when a fight ever accrued involving me, besides that. Melissa James, is known as the toughest person. I wouldn't dare to mess with her. I waited till the Security Guard came to clear everyone from my presence. He helped me up, and we escaped to the office.

The principal tried to get information out of me, but I refused countless of times. I knew if I told, or snitch. I would be in the deepest trouble. I begged her not call my mother, cause I knew my mother would go crazy about God's word about not fighting.

"Okay Blossom, just clean up in the girls restroom and come to me If your dealing with situations you can't handle." Mrs.Reed let me into.

I nodded my head in agreement and made my way to the ladies restroom. I dug in my book bag for my clean rag and wipe away the apple pie that sat on my face. I poured hot water on the rag and wipe my face with shame. Why couldn't I just walk faster? I always got to be stupid. To top everything off, the milk flew on her. I could've held on to it.

Someone stepped out off the stall and seen me cleaning up. A smile curled up on her face.

"Seem like someone ain't snitch, you know who you messing with. Let me warn you before I leave.. Turn around when I talk to you." She demanded.

I did as told and looked her in her prefect green eyes, her black long hair hung down her butt. The jeans she wore, fitted her body perfectly and her shirt made her chest pop out, before I could even think how prefect she is, I was interrupted by her, hands swinging across my face, or a pimp slap other people prefer to say.

"Ayeeeee, you've been knocked the eff out!" One of her friends yelled, adding a laughter.

I laid there looking like the biggest fool. Today was the worst day. They left. I rose from the bottom of the ground. I manly cried and had to suck up the least of strength that was affiliated with me. I wish God could take away all the pain that's been piling up, but he's not even there to wipe the tears that fall above my cheeks. He's looking down at me, very disappointed that, I didn't walk up, or even respect her more than everyone else.

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