Belladonna

Blurb

I was born bad.

Not point in denying that.

When I was ten, all I did was kiss elementary boys on the lips, causing them to flip out and tattle on me to the teacher. My mother got weekly called due to my minor outbursts and all I could do was laugh. I was just a toddler having fun.

My so called bad habits and rebellious facet lasted for a good couple of years or so. That is until all these forbidden customs of mine flew around town. Mother was not pleased with all the gossiping and father was fuming when I admited it all to be true. I was reckless and carefree and did not understand the consequences of such actions.

Both my parents decided to take action and stop home Sunday school taught by my mother and proceeded to forcefully lock me in actual Sunday school with the actual priest surrounded by his herd.

Truth is, despite my several attempts to get out, it changed my perspective. I learned so much while being there and could not be happier.

I was a good girl, afterall. 

All I had to do was hide my sinful nature.