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Chapter 1

" "Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I think that means you do it with someone you love. And preferably when you're married. You know, when you're ready to take that love and turn it into a baby. Because that's what love is. It's the first moment when you hold your baby girl... and you didn't know that anything could be so small or so delicate." Like Zac Efron said. You know that hottie you girls enjoy to talk about-," said Ms. Judit.

"He is so last year," said snotty Abigail.

"More like 30 years ago," said thirsty Amanda. Then you heard a roar of giggles, laughter or what I think you would call a laugh. These girls have a lot of unique "laughs".

"Ms. Judit this is our last class of religion and purity and whatever related to religion, shouldn't we be having a good time. Like show us the great things in life besides the rules and more rules. Because I know when I say this I am speaking on behalf of the girls when I say this but we wont be missing your long and boring lectures of abstinence," said slow and surprisingly able to say that whole phrase Jady.

"Well Jady I hope you learned from those lectures or at least paid attention. Because if you did you would have learned that your virginity is a very important thing and it deserves to be talked about as you girls say "for days"," said Ms. Judit. Now i laughed because that was the best thing Ms. Judit has ever said. I'm so happy we will be leaving on a happy memory because after this my mind just drifted into time and space. 

"Okay goodbye girls. I will certainly miss you because I think you girls were the best I have ever had. Sadly you will be my last because I am retiring.....And um I do love you girls even though I have said it a million times and you probably thought i was just saying it without meaning but I say this with every meaning, feeling, emotion, and every ounce of me when I say I love you.. But no homo," said Ms. Judit. I think this was the best moment that this class has ever had. You could feel the peace, laughter, tears and love in the air without anyone saying anything. We just got up and went to hug her. After what felt like ages of hugging and crying. We all said our goodbyes and "i will text you later or when i can" knowing good well that would never happen. I guess this was like graduation. Where we only kept in touch was because we saw each other 5 times a day and we had homework. But once it was all over we loose that touch. But its not our fault (I mean it kind of is), we just had a friendly nice touch. We weren't actually  best friends or friends. Even if we were there since day one. It means nothing. Only if you saw me cry, hurt, when I was ugly then you are day one. 

HONK!HONK! 

That's mom. My Christian mother. The reason why I went to this Christian Abstinence for Girls Program. Christian.Christian. Christian! If you were so Christian how come we don't talk about my-

HONK!

Alright,alright. I run to the car because out of nowhere New York decides to rain. I mean we were having such a good weather. 

"How's my little wolf doing," Mom asked

"I told you to stop calling me that..just call me wolfie."

"Aww so how was my little wolfie's day?"

I glared at her.

"It was the best because it was my last day at this program. I mean mom hello I have been taught all this religious stuff since the day I was born. Literally you made a preacher preach to me the same hour I was born. Mom I love you with every ounce of me because of teaching me about all these things. I'm very grateful for everything. But I'm just tired of waking up to be taught about something I have been learning since I have been born. From Christian pre-school to elementary and middle and high school. Also note that all of them were all-girls. Like did it ever occur to you that I might become a lesbian. I'm not one I love boys with all my heart. Like gee Mom at least send me to public school so I can be a normal teenager," I preached (not being serious about the public school thing because I hate public schools) and she looked at me then started the engine. The car was silent the whole 1 hour( yes my mother would drive an hour, not even, a whole year for anything Christian) trip back home. So i got lost in my thoughts.

Ferenci Papp Judit. 85 years old. She taught religion since she could be remember. She married her first love at age 19. She lived a great life and still is. I saw her one day with her husband and it was goals. She and him had this beautiful connection. He is deaf so they danced to silence but they were dancing with a rhythm. It was probably some old music that only they heard in their heads. She has no children because for some reason every time she tried to conceive she had a miscarriage. I guess she saw us girls and all those she ever taught as her children. Sad that she had to retire. I'm going to miss her even though she probably doesn't even know who i am because i never interacted in the class. I kept to myself mostly in there. And I never befriended anyone there.

"I will think about this co-ed school stuff with your father. Its probably just your hormones running around. But I will discuss this with him. I..um..never knew you felt that way. I'm sorry wolfie," Mom said, interrupting my thoughts. She was getting ready to leave the car but I grabbed her by her wrist. "Mom don't apologize.I am very thankful for everything. Something you also taught me. Your the best mom ever. And I still want to be your little anything. I'm not anything close to an adult. I don't say this often but I love you mommy. I'm okay with any decision," I said. "I couldn't ask for a better daughter. You're an angel. Come on lets go  inside. I will cook your favorite," she said. We left the car and entered the house to be greeted by  a delicious smell. Chef Daddy must be home. We saw him in the kitchen and I ran to him. "DADDYYYYYYYY," I yelled as we hugged. "How are you my beautiful daughter," Daddy asked with his thick French accent coating every word he said. "I'm fine and how was your trip to France," I asked. "It was lovely but also horrible because you weren't there," he answered. Mom fake coughed to get his attention because to her there was something wrong with that sentence. "Et ma femme superbel," he said getting close to my mom. Way to close for my 16 year old self. "Umm.. I see its getting rated R in here so I will leave you to it so call em when the baked ziti is ready," I said as I ran upstairs to my room. Being the daughter of a chef with a sniff you'll know what they,re cooking or what food is under your nose blindfolded.