Never Have I Ever....Until Him

Chpater.1 :Just Plain Old Grace

I stair at myself in the floor length mirror in my bedroom. After making sure every strand of hair was put in place and my outfit was wrinkle free, I headed to the church to lead the choir in practice as instructed by my father. Listening to him by now was an involuntary habit.

I arrive at the church entering through the big wooden doors walking past the empty intimidating pews, how my fathers preaches to 100 plus people every Sunday I will never understand. I get nervous just sitting in them.

People from the choir start to show up, so I begin practice. As we began, there was a rather off sound to the warm ups we were doing. I skim over the choir to mentally do a roll call. I then noticed who was missing. My brother.

He's usually on time, and he's one of our strongest vocalist, practice without him is almost a waste of time but we must continue.

The piano chimes and the melodies come in unison as the choir belts out amazing grace. The chorus comes around, but interrupted by a loud clatter coming from behind me, and everyone stops sining and looks at whats behind me.

I sigh and turn around quickly, to see a tall boy, with a tousled mess of blond hair, wearing a gray hoodie and loose fitted jeans and an anxious look adorned his face. This monstrosity was, my older brother. Once he awkwardly takes his place on stage and nods at me, we continue.

We finally finish up rehearsals and everyone says their good bye. I gather up my things and decide if stoping by the coffee shop on the way home was a good idea. I could really use a chi-tea to warm up my body from this cold autumn weather. But knowing my father is expecting me home soon, and probably timing me, I guess I'll skip it.

As I exit the churchthe smell of Cherry lip gloss hits my senses. The Lip Gloss posse, make their presence known.

These girls wore mini skirts and crop tops showing everything God gave them.The lip gloss posse is a silly name for the "popular girls" in my school my friend and I gave them and they all wore Cherry lip gloss that you could smell from a mile away( hence their name!)

The leader,Monique, raises eye brows, and looks me up and down, then giving a little chuckle. I just roll my eyes. So what if I don't wear tops that expose my shoulders and cleavage? Or shorts that cut off at my crotch, no Id rather have some dignity and not show off all that I have. No one needs to see me breasts or above my knees, I don't need to show that to get attention or to get boys.

Monique and her friends all point at me and whisper to each other. It does hurt to know that these girls make fun of me, but to do it in my face feels like a brick to the head.

Monique takes a step forward in her black heels and sizes me up before giving me one of her wicked smirks.

"Hey Virgin Mary, why don't you move out of the way, I'm trying to get a good look at you brother." I roll my eyes in disgust, I turn to see my brother at the front doors, talking to a elder member of our church.

Monique has always had a thing for my brother, I'm just glad he doesn't go for girls like her. All a guy would see in some one like her is to get into her pants, is what he always tells me.

"How you two are related still blows my mind!" She said the all laugh. "I mean he's a fucking sexgod, and look at you, your a ugly duckling." They all burst out laughing and her friends say things like "good one" and "so true!"

My eyes start to sting and I can feel tears brimming. I feel as if I've been slapped in the face by her rude and mean comments, but I will not cry in front of Monique and her so called "friends". I've done that plenty of times.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see crystal blue eyes looking at me with sympathy. My brother has always had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen, and I always feel a little better by looking at them. "Are you ok?" He asks while swiping his thumb under my eyes to collect the tears. I nod, but he sees right through me.