Liar Liar GirlxGirl

Chapter 5

I groggily lifted my head from the pillow. It hurt too badly so I put it back down. "Well, hello sleeping beauty," a voice said from the other side of the room.

"Oh..hi Sarah," I said. "Why does my head hurt so badly?"

"You drank a bit too much," she replied with an amused tone. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Getting there, drinking a bit, playing some games."

"A bit is an understatement. Oh, and you kissed Aysha by the way."

I shot up, much to the displeasure of my head. "I what?!"

"You. Kissed. Aysha. Then you proceeded to pass out so I brought you home before people wrote on your face," she snickered.

I plopped my head down. "What else did I do?" I asked worriedly.

"Well," Sarah began. "When you came to, you started babbling about how you enjoyed kissing her but you felt bad because you also felt it was wrong. You also started going on about how you thought she fascinated you because you liked her. Like, like-like her."

I groaned. "Just drunk talk. I'm not gay. Besides, the Bible strictly forbids any activity like that."

"Drunken words are sober thoughts."

"I can tell that'll be the next phrase I hate. Next to 'idle hands are the devil's playground.'"

Sarah chuckled. "Oh, speaking of which, your mom called. I told her you were showering. She'll be here in about an hour. Something about confession."

"Damn. My head is killing me."

"Here," she said as she handed me a glass of water with two Tylenol. "Take these then go shower."

"Okay," I said.

I swallowed the pills and headed to the shower. After I finished, I changed and Sarah helped me dry my hair. Just as she finished, my mom called to say she was downstairs.

"Good luck," Sarah said as I walked out the door.

The ride to the church was short but the amount of questions my mom about what I did last night was not.

My answers were pretty much the same. Stayed in, worked on studying, and so on.

When we got into the church my mom decided the order in which we'd go in. Leah, her, then myself.

Leah took longer than usual. She came out looking rather irritated. I guessed her penance was not making her happy.

My mom went in then came out not too long after. It was my turn.

I went in and knelt behind the screen. "Bless my Father for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last confession," I started.

"What are your sins?" he asked.

"I was sarcastic with my mom, I lied to her, I took an attitude with my teacher, and I drank," I listed. "I um, also started having impure feelings for another girl. I kissed another female and enjoyed it."

"Is that all?"

"Yes sir."

We said the Act of Contrition. My penance was to say five Our Father's and to read Romans 1: 26-27.

"I bet that was very liberating," my mom said on the drive home. "Also, remember we have 8:15 mass tomorrow morning."

Leah and I groaned. It wasn't the we disliked going, well, for her at least, it was that we hated getting up so early.

Before I went to sleep, I said my five prayers and opened my Bible up to the Romans.

"For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet," it said.

I felt sick. What if I was...gay? I would be damned for sure.

I yelled at myself mentally. I wasn't gay. I was straight. It was just a drunk kiss.

I flipped through the Bible a bit more. I landed on 1 Timothy 2:12.

"But I do not allow a woman to teach or exercise authority over a man, but to remain quiet," it read.

I stopped for a moment. If I was damned to hell for maybe being gay, wouldn't Miss Pope and Frau Schwarz also be for teaching?

I closed the book and went to sleep.

My mom woke me up at 7:30. I groaned and covered my head with a pillow. "Now!" she demanded.

I got up and got ready for church. I put on a skirt, as much as I hated them. I tried to wear pants once back in Oregon and I was lectured on how improper it was.

I buttoned up my blouse and brushed my hair and teeth.

We left the house at 8:00. We arrived at the church around 8:10 and found seats. I looked around. I saw Mr. Cutch towards the front. I saw Aysha in the back, where we were, but more to the left. She looked up, saw me, then quickly turned away.

The mass went similar to how it went back in Oregon. Towards the end, the priest made an announcement.

"I would like to speak about something," he said. "In about two weeks, Gates High School will be allowing students to participate in an activity called Day of Silence. This fools people into thinking homosexuality is okay. It is not. It is unnatural. God strictly forbids it. He says no to it in the Old and New Testament."

The congregation shouted out their amens. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aysha slouch a bit in the pew.

"Hang on," he continued. "I'm calling for you to contact the high school and to tell them to discontinue their plans for this activity. Keep your kids home if you can. We will not allow homosexuals to infiltrate our schools! They can't be saved unless they want to change and most of them don't!

I slouched a bit as well. Why did this bother me? I wasn't gay. Aysha was just a drunk thing. Right?