A Dream Of A Teen Age Girl

Part Four

First off I'd like to say sorry for not updating but I was busy and going through some stuff

Enjoy the continuation

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After breakfast Mamaw took me to her room and picked out a dress for me.

The dress I wore had a soft yellow chest peice with a pure white skirt and a beautiful fabric rose on the left side that just brushed my arm. It reached down to the floor and i loved it. Nice and flowy. Nothing too exagerant.

It was around noon when we got to the church... I was sad but put in a smile or everyone... I hated it... I just wanted to go and hide in a dark corner...

Then I saw my Josiah again. His face was stone. I didn't like him like that...

Thirty Mins Later...
I excused myself from the table I was seated at and I made my way to the restroom... my walk was cut short when Josiah pulled me to the side and pinned me against the wall. I could tell he was mad. His face may not shown it but his eyes betrayed him...

"Why in the hell are you acting Clay?" His words were laced with so much anger and hatred that I wanted to cowar away but this was not the time or place for it.

"Because I got told not to cry Jo. Leave me alone... leave it alone..." I then shove past him to go do my business.

When i came out of the bathroom he was still there but I walked with my head up high and continued on back to my seat

I knew the conversation wasn't over but I didn't want to hear it right now. Not today. That's not what Papaw would've wanted.

After the service we went to the building next door to eat. I didn't want to talk to anyone because it's the same things ask the time with my family...: "how's school","how are your grades","how are you doing"...
It's the same mundane things so I handle them all the same way...

I put on a smile. Answer their question and say I need to go to the restroom. Works everytime but it gets old...

As soon as I stepped outside I regretted it. Josiah was right there against the wall, waiting for me. He gave me a look that I should follow him. I was not in the mood but I did follow anyway.

When me and Josiah got away from the family me whirled around at me. I ducked out of instict and good thing I did. He was mad.

We argued and argued and argued. I can't remember what it was about but when tears started to cloud my vision he stopped everything he was doing to comfort me...

Yes, just on case your wondering. Josiah and I may argue like cats and dogs but we are more like brother and sister than anything. We love eachother very much.

A few minutes later I had to leave. We didn't even say goodbye to eachother after that. We both knew that we would call eachother and apologize.