Sinful

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' this story starts at when Amy is in 6th grade '


BANG...BANG...BANG on my door I groan and roll out of bed and open it to see my mom looking at me and I watch the anger boil in her eyes.

" what do you want?"

"I've been calling you for 5 minutes...get yourself together were leaving."

I shut my door dug through my pile of clothes I was to lazy to put away. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black tank top, a cute black cardigan with lace on the back, and slipped my converse on. Then went over to my mirror put some mascara and eyeliner on and brushed my hazel brown long hair. Once my 'look' was complete I grabbed my phone and headed to the car where everyone was waiting for me. I knew where we were going.....church. I know your probably thinking what's wrong with church well the thing is I don't really believe in that kind of stuff. However if I said anything to my parents it would be all over.  I mostly believe in the witch craft wiccan religion or lifestyle. In Christianity that kind of religion is considered Satanism.

We finally arrive to the church and I groan on the inside wanting to leave even though we just got there. When I walk into the church I feel misplaced and I need to leave, but if I cant do that so I sit in the pew and listen to everything they have to say. Once its over I go to the car and wait to go home.

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