The Church Girl

Part 1: First Sunday

I luh God, you don't luh God ? What's wrong with chu ?
-Erica Campbell
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Louisiana

February 7

Angel Anderson P.O.V
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"Turn to your neighbor," he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel "and say 'God is good all the time'."

"Say it like God is standing in your face... brag about how awesome he is... Yes lord I better get some praise in the church of the lord," my dad ... Pastor Anderson preached to the audience.

I stood behind him in the choir stands. Our choir director motion for us to stand to sing our last song of the morning. Here goes ... I grip the microphone in my sweaty palms, I sing ever Sunday yet I'm always nervous.

"My God is Awesome..." The band played so beautiful and full of life, it could be heard across the street. My daddy always says I have an "Angel" voice. I finished the song as I opened my eyes and everyone was clapping for me, I smiled and hurried of the stands.

"Y'all give it  up for my beautiful daughter." My daddy said, I blushed as everyone clapped for me along with my mom who's was banging the tambourine.

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"Wow ... church was good today hubby," my mom said as we walked in our home. We live in the suburban area in a tan two storage house. My parents lived a perfect life... they married in their earlier 20s after they started their career... I came along. I really don't like the spoiled and only child life, I'll rather have 6 siblings running around and work for the things I have than them to be handed to me, but I'm thankful for my parents and appreciate everything they did for me.

I slammed down in my king size bed and kicked off my heals, ready for sleep to consume me.

"Sweetness... can you run to the store for me? I need a few things for dinner."

"Sure mom," I said hiding the annoyance.

A few things, she had a whole grocery list on this paper.

I kept my dress ... too lazy to change into something different then I slid on some flats. I grabbed my mom car keys, I didn't like driving my dad big  truck.

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I searched the isles for some kind of sauce my mom wanted. I know if I skipped the item my mom will pout and send my dad back to the store.

"A-c--" I spelled the words out to myself.

Ha... found you

I looked up at the item I needed... it stared back at me, mocking me... I groaned I hated these little problem. My struggle was expose because someone grabbed it and handed it to me. He was real handsome with his chocolate skin and nicely shaved head. I didn't know I was staring until he spoke.

"Damn girl... a b***h tryna be nice and help you...  here take it," he scoffed.

Well then.

"Oh thanks." I smiled polity. 

"You lucky you pretty. I would've kelp my ass walking if you wasn't," he laughed while walking away from me and wasn't afraid to twist with little he had... I giggled to myself.