Ice Cream Sunday

            The early morning chirps of birds playing outside my window was sound enough when it came to getting me out of bed this morning. It wasn't the day of the week that I normally didn't really like getting up early for, but I made sure to get myself ready before the clock read nine a.m. I just hated the fact that it was already close to eight in the morning. In fact, it was nine minutes before eight. I just hate the fact that I always manage to find a reason to stay up until six in the morning the every Sunday. Then, I always have to bare with realizing that it was church day every Sunday.

I had to hit the shower as soon as possible, but it was usually take my father since he always seemed to shave his face when getting ready every Sunday morning. I just had to do what a girl in my position would really have to do, which was follow my tradition "Sunday morning, getting ready routine" list.

Step 1. Grab a clump of my long hair and try to fit it inside one of my cute hats, so I can find a solution to styling my hair in a much needed way.

Step 2. Find a cute shirt to wear. Possibly something with white, but I never have any white shirts. I always forget to buy some whenever I happen to go shopping.

Step 3. Find a cute simple dress to wear that's modest enough to show people that my age is possibly 13, but I'm actually a 17 year old trapped in a 13 year old's body.

Step 4. Spray my lovely dress with a fragrant perfume, like some kind of sweet fruit. I wouldn't want my morning sweat to smell like potato chips that I had eaten all throughout the night.

Step 5. Look in the mirror for a test Outfit of the Day pic since it would prove to myself that I am totally alive, but I'm actually as dead as a walking corpse with only around an hour of sleep.

Step 6. Get some money out of my Piggy bank, which is actually a fat Kitty bank. I would be wanting some ice cream later like always.

As soon as I was ready, I quickly managed to fix myself out and head outside to soon realize... how hot it was. I couldn't believe how hot it was this morning. Summer was finally here and here to stay.

I began to take my first step, my second step, and my third step. I already felt the heat on my clothes. Then, I took my fourth step and lastly my fifth step before I thought up the idea of actually running to church instead. I mean I could walk, but walking in this heat will surely kill me.

I began to run as fast as I can through my neighborhood. Luckily, there wasn't anyone outside. Nowadays, people usually like to keep themselves indoors.

I ran a couple blocks and took much needed rests in any shaded areas that happened to be near me. I couldn't believe that I had to run. I think running is terrible because for one thing, seeing someone running outdoors, especially a girl dressed up while awkwardly running in the middle of the morning is something that shouldn't even run through your mind.

Before you know, I had finally reached the church with about nine minutes to spare. There were already lots of people sitting on the church benches all around, but there was always my favorite spot. It was the benches all the way in the back row. Nobody ever sits there, but I do. I quickly walk over to catch my seat, so I can rest my feet. They were burning, just as much as the sun was burning me on the way over here.

The time went by, I counted the minutes on my cell phone. Just five more minutes,... four more minutes,... three more minutes,... two more minutes,... and one more minute. Then, church began.

While, the church session happens to be in session. I always like to look at the back of people's heads and wonder what they are actually thinking. Like, I wonder if the guy just happened to wake up thirty minutes ago. I wonder if that girl even bothered to do her make up this morning. I wonder if everyone is here because they want to be here. Then, there is always that one kid... yes, that one kid who always catching you staring as soon as you catch them staring back at you.

This time it was a little girl with a big smile staring into my soul. I just happened to stare back at her. We probably stared at each other for about five minutes before everyone in the benches began to stand up for a ceremony. It didn't bother us, we kept on staring.

Usually, there is a little boy staring at me, but we always manage to break off the staring contest because one of us starts to make funny faces. Today wasn't the case for that and I wasn't sure if I should throw a funny face at her. I was actually wondering what she was thinking...

She was probably wondering what I was doing way the back, why I was so sweaty, and why my hair was messed up. Maybe, she was wondering what time I woke up this morning, or if I had put any make up on. Probably, she was also thinking that she might turn into me as soon as she got older.

Actually, I was the one wondering why I was at church anyways. Then, I realized that it must be time. I take a look at my phone and notice that it's about thirteen past nine. I looked back up at the little girl, but could only see the back of her head. I decided it would just be a good idea to go outside at the moment.

I stepped outside the church to see it's true glory, the ice cream man was finally here. I quickly ran up to him with a smile.

"Hey, it's you, again!," said the ice cream man with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, it's me."

"What will it be today? The usual?," he said.

"Yes, the usual."

He began to whip up a masterpiece. It was an ice cream sundae, but not just your typical one. It was special because the ice cream man was the only person who carried green matcha ice cream!

"That's going to be five quarters as usual."

"Here you go, ice cream man. One quarter, two quarters, three quarters, four quarters, and five quarters.," I said, as I handed him each quarter one by one.

"Do you come to church just for my ice cream?"

I didn't really know what to say, so I just told him, "I guess."

He began to laugh, "Ha haha. Of course, that couldn't just be the reason."

I then asked him, " Why do you come to church?"

"Because, I sell ice cream."

"Well, I eat ice cream."

We both began to laugh, even though I was being a little serious.

"Well, you should probably head back inside before church is over.," he said.

"I will as soon as I finish this masterpiece.," I replied.

Iwalked away casually, thinking about the reason why I was at church. Itcouldn't have been just for the ice cream after all. Church was almost over,but I decided not to go back in. This time I slowly took a few steps as I beganto walk back home. The whole time, thinking and wondering... Then, on my sixthstep, I asked myself, "Why am I always going to church on Sunday?"