The Day My Life Began

The Prophecy

Wednesday. They weren't my favorite day of the week, but it wasn't my least favorite either. They were in the middle of the week. Criminal Minds and CSI came out on Wednesdays. But, before I could even get ready for the show, I had to go to youth at my church.

Going to church was always a problem with me. It was boring when I was a kid, stupid and boring, but my dad being a preacher I knew I had to go. The only cool part was being allowed to go to Sunday School, then I would just play Veggietale songs. So, for an hour, I would listen to the same old songs and the same old speeches.

My parents changed churches when I was eleven. It was in an old office building. Well, I think it still was an office building. During the week it was a construction company, or something, and on Sunday it was a church, and on Wednesday it was a Youth Ministry.

Youth was kinda the same every week. Bring a bible, a water bottle, your phone, and a charger, and you were set. We sang a worship song, the leader talked about a bible verse, then the rest of the hour would be spent with everyone talking. It was led by Mr. Armsy, a man I have known since I was three months old. He got married two years ago, so his wife would come to Youth.

Ms. Armsy was born in Virginia, and it showed. He was big, kinda like my dad. He was pale. He had ginger hair, that was all floppy. He had a beard too, he grew it out some years ago. He always wore a faded plaid shirt, and torn up jeans. His glasses covered his brown eyes, resting on his giant nose.

Mrs. Armsy was pretty. She was thin, but had some meat on her bones. She had light brown hair falling to her shoulders. She usually wore a nice dressy shirt, with a long skirt that reached her ankles. Her eyes were brown too, but a darker shade. She wore...I guess we call them 'hipster glasses', except she actually needed them.

Where we sat all depended on how Mr. Armsy felt. The church wasn't very big, about the size of two classrooms. There were two doors: one connecting to the rest of the building, and one connecting to the nursery. Chairs were placed so people could see the pastor's sermon, and could be moved depending on the event. Sometimes we would sit out there in the Main Room, or we would sit in the Nursery. It could fit the chairs in, surprisingly.

Mom would always drop us off, since I didn't have my license here. Not even a Stor-stupid permit. Oh. That 'stop swearing' thing is working!

The kids who came were mostly kids from my school. You had to be at least thirteen to attend outh, so it wasn't much. Charlie, the troublemaker with daddy issues. Penny, Charlie's tagalong who had a 'secret' crush on him. Adrian, the lazy one who liked food. My brother, Derek, the Golden Child. Bennett, the drummer. Tyler, the drummer's best friend.

These were the regulars. These were my peers. Aren't I a lucky one?

Me? I was the unstable girl who sometimes dressed in black. I was the one always on my phone. I was the one who barely said a full sentence on a bad day. I was Derek's older sister. I was Mr. Spencer's only daughter, the Preacher's Daughter.

Mr. Armsy put down his guitar, finished with the song. The other kids actually looked a bit excited. Meanwhile I was sitting on the nursery's old couch, working on some of the final details for the Wedding. I still had the problem of figuring out what to do about Mia and Twilight in the Catacombs.

"Guys." Mr. Armsy said, his voice having a slight Southern twang to it. It was actual a comfort. "This week, we thought we would do prophetic word first." Okay. Time for Christianity lesson. Prophetic word is God telling us stuff. Lesson over. "Could everyone close their eyes while Olivia-" His wife. "-prays over us?" The others gave noises of approval.

Just wanting to get it over with, I shut my eyes.

'There was an image. It was just of Garfield the cat.' I blinked. It felt I only had half the picture. Like it was hiding something from me. As a girl who had psychic visions for a few years, I can tell when it's not the full message.