"Society's Little Screw Ups, and the Christian Girl"

Ch. 1-"They're Just Screw Ups, Why Do I Care?"

Ch. 1-"They're Just Screwups, Why Do I Care?
    Beep! Beep! Beep! Natalie LaMont quickly opened her eyes to the sound of the alarm clock at 5:30 AM, meaning it was time to start another ordinary day. She gracefully got out of her bed and made way to her to her window for her morning prayer, like she always did. 'Lord I ask that you bless today not only for myself, but for every other soul on this Earth in need of your graceful and merciful touch and guidance, Amen.'

    She quickly made way to her vanity in her room and looked to see her somewhat messy and long bed-head white-blonde hair and piecing blue eyes . She immediately got to work brushing it thoroughly to where it was completely flat and straight, but then fishtail braided it. Afterwards she walked to the bathroom to wash her porcelain white face and brush her perfect white teeth. Then put on her floral and flowy dress, white pantyhose, and semiformal white dress shoes. Making her way downstairs she finds her mother in the kitchen making breakfast and her father sitting at the table reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of straight black coffee. "Good morning Father and Mother," she greeted.

    "Good morning Natalie, how did you sleep?" He asked.

    "Very well, Father, since today's Wednesday, there's a Youth Group meeting right?" She questioned.

    "I'm sure you know very well that there's always Youth Group on Wednesdays and regular church on Sundays by now and don't have to have me keep reminding you, don't you think?" He said with a hint of both exasperation and sternness in his voice while giving her a firm look with his dull and greyed-out blue eyes.

    "Of course Father, I apologize for not thinking," she replied with a bit of a downcast look while taking her place at the dining room table. She felt a bit idiotic at having asked such a stupid question with an obvious answer. At the LaMont household, if you were a child you went to Youth Group every Wednesday and church every Sunday; if an adult you still attended church, even if you were a bit under the weather. No exceptions whatsoever, even if you were just a visiting guest. That's how Natalie's life has been lived out since day one, and she didn't think much of it. After all, why question how things have always been done by her parents, it's not like she knew any better. Right?

    "Yes well, aside from that, do you have everything absolutely ready for school today?" Her mother inquired while setting down today's breakfast at the table with a quizzical look she displayed with her hazel irises.

    "Yes Mother, and thank you for the delicious meal." She replied. Although secretly she cringed at what had been breakfast that particular morning: cream of wheat. 'I HATE cream of wheat!' She both thought and internally groaned at as she grudgingly ate her breakfast. She went back upstairs to grab her backpack, and walked downstairs and into the driveway so her father could drive her to school on the way to work.

    Once they reached the school her father wished her to have a good day and said her mother would come later to pick her up for Youth. Basically saying to not keep her mother waiting. Making her trek into the local Christian Academy, she went into her first classroom and went about her day like any other, completing her given work and staying completely silent throughout the whole process. When lunch rolled around she sat at her usual table with the small group of friends she had come to know since the beginning elementary years of the academy. Well, they weren't really friends, Natalie didn't really talk to them outside of school or church and none of them hung out with one another. Sadly these "acquaintances" were the closet thing she had to friends. After another somber lunch she finished up her classes and met her mother in the parking lot so she could be driven to her Youth Group meeting. The meeting went as most meetings go, rather uneventful but she still gave the lesson being taught all her undivided attention. Once the meeting was over about an hour later she was waiting in the church parking lot waiting for her mother to come pick her up.
Lazily looking around, her eyes came across a strange group of teenagers who looked to be about the age of fifteen like herself. The group consisted of two girls and two boys, but for some reason she found herself oddly entranced because she had never seen them before around the church. Suddenly, a slight breeze blew the papers she had gotten from the lesson and was holding out of her hands and she immediately sprung after them. When they landed she reached down to pick them up, not realizing that one of the boys decided to bend down and help as well. Just as she scooped up the paperwork she stood up abruptly, accidentally bumping into his forehead.
     
    "Owww!" She exclaimed holding her head in pain.