The Girl who Cried Love

Chapter One

  "Wake up"! Is what I can pick up through my still muffled ears. "Wake up Brooke". This time it's clearer and I know it's coming from my mother.
"I'm up, I'm up ". I say in annoyance. She hears that annoyance and scolds me as soon as I finish. She scurrys out obviously in a rush to be somewhere, but I can care less. I get up to do what I do every Sunday, shower and throw something comfy on. My hairs already damaged or so I think from abusing it with hair dye so might as well leave it in a messy bun. My mom magically appears in my room as I was out the wash.
"What are you wearing it's the first Sunday of the month Brooklyn"! She says with daring eyes .
I look at her and just laugh. "What is that supposed to mean". I say jokingly, But I guess to her it really wasn't a joke.
"Brooklyn have you no respect for  this family, every first Sunday of the month we go to church for good luck" she snarled.
"Uh scince when was this a thing ". I said in shock.
"Since I said so". She plasters this smile like it was through revelation that this came about.
"Such fake Christians". I mutter, but she's already halfway down the stairs.
Now I had to actually look decent which was not in my vocabulary. After vigorous searching through my closet I found a decent white dress that suited me I guess. I blow dried my pastel hair and put it up in a ponytail. No make up for me just chapstick and a nice necklace so people won't pay attention to my face. I knew my best friend would laugh at my moms new ritual. So I decide to call him.
Me:"Dean Jones my trusty comrade".
Dean : "what the hell do you want Brooke I'm in the middle of my shitty homework".
Me: "ugh shut up, you wouldn't believe what my mom is making me do".
Dean:...
Me: "She's making go to church because it's the first Sunday of the month for her this , good luck , like what type of ritual is this"
Dean" *laughs out loud* "such fake Christians"
Me: "that's exactly what I said oh my gosh"
Dean: "I really have to do this stupid homework so I'll see you tomorrow at the hellhole".
Me: "hell hole ?! I'm holy 100%".
Dean : "don't lie to yourself hun, it's not healthy, bye".

He hangs up before I get to say bye which isn't surprising. I run downstairs after being called for.
"Good morning dad". I say kissing his cheek.
"Good morning hun". he says giving me a side hug
I've always had a strong connection with my day I didn't know what it was he just soothed me. Don't get me wrong I love my mom the same it's just that he understands me better. Getting lost in my thoughts I snap back when my mother says my brother would be with us at the service.
"You said Mason is what "?!
"I said he's coming to the Sunday service". She says happily.
My brother is my guardian I love him so much. This makes me a lot less annoyed about this ritual service thing we're going to. He's a sophomore at his university which means he's lodged over there in a dorm ".
As we approach the church I was already awed by how much people were there . Maybe we weren't the only fake Christians in our town because I knew for a fact not this much people attend church every Sunday.
As we go in I scan the room only looking for my brother and instatly i find him.
"Mason"! I yell running for a hug .
"Hey Lyn I missed you so much " he says .
"What's up with that nasty beard" .
I had to break the lubby dubby moment.
He just sucks his teeth and tells me to take a seat, he obviously didn't want to talk about it.
Through out the service I completely zoned out so I can't really explain what happened, all I remember was going home with my family (including Mason since he has break ) and sleeping the favorite part of my day sleep .
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As the next day rolls in it's not my mother but my brother who wakes me up . "Wake up Lyn ". He says teasingly.
"It's no fair I still have school and you don't ". I pout , he endlessly shakes me even though I already began to get up. "Hey is you see this boy named Alexander Scott tell him to stop by, his brothers in the same university as me he wanted me to give him something ". He says still shaking me.
"One can you stop and two why didn't his brother come back to give it himself",I say.
"He traveled for break went to Florida as far as I know, just pass the message please . " he says walking away .
Who's Alexander Scott I say to myself walking to the wash.
"Who's Alexander Scott ".