Chapter 1
"Yeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Thank ya Lord!" screamed Pastor Mary as she closed her sermon She had already went over time. Yet, half the church (about fifthteen to twenty old ladies) were up out of their seat, giving praise to either her or God (couldn't be exactly sure which one). And I was just sitting there waiting for her to sit down and shut-up. My cell phone said it was 1:23 and it was time to go home and realax. Service started at 11 and at 1...every blue moon. This little church very seldomly, was punctual. But my momma's motto was: Start late and end later, all in the name of Jesus. My cell phone said it was 1:23 and it was time to go home and relax. And Wayne, my boyfriend had been texting me and I was gonna call him after church. Thast's another reason my momma got on my nerves. She didn't like Wayne. Mainly, because he didn't go to church and also because he liked hardcore rap music. Even though Wayne is a really cool guy and loves to help people (kinda like Jesus). But yet, she loved Tommy (a friend's son of hers, I used to date).
Lemme tell you about Tommy. He smoke. And not just cigarettes but the plant too. And he drank. No, lemme rephrase that. I drink. Wayne drinks.Hell, momma drinks every first sunday during communion(yes, we do real wine not grapejuice). But Tommy? He got drunk! But as long as he was dressed nice (whenever he was around her), was in that pew on sunday morning, and had a Bible verse to say, she was alright with him. Now aint that a crock? The only reason she wanted me to break up with him was becuse they moved to another church. Although, give another week and I would've broken up with him anyway. A person can only take so much fakeiness and selfrighteousness. That's why I'm telling you this story now.
Finally,"Let the church say: Aaaaahhhhh-maaaaaaann. Go in peace." Momma made her way down to the front lobby as she always did every sunday, to shake people's hands as they left church. As I zipped past her, she gave me such a cold look, it could've kill. But I gave her such a bright smile, it couldve strangled. As I got in my car, I thought to myself, doing what Jesus would do. He should be proud of me. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! It was Cynthia knocking on my window, she made me jump.
"What?" I asked, unsuccessfully trying to hide my discomposure.
"I scared you, huh?" I loved that girl like a sister but I swear, sometime she could be so annoying.
"What do you want?" I tried again.
"Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over and hang out, maybe spend the night. But if you gonna be like that, I'll catch you later." I had hurt her feelings and had to apoligize.
"I'm sorry, I'm hot and ready to go home. Momma held that service too long."
"Yeah." she gave that smile that let me know she understood.
"But about coming over later, I'll see. You know it's up to the little she-witch of God." I said.
"Haha, don't talk about your mom like that. And call me and lemme know wassup. If not, there's always another time." she said.
"Alright bye girl." I said and with that I was off.
Later, I was in my Dickies bootyshorts and a pink JennyJ tanktop. I had Just got off the phone with Wayne and was finna go make a ham sandwich. My stereo was blasting so loud, you could it hear it all over the house. Kirk Franklin's Revolution was playing. Although in my head I was listening to Soulja Boy. With his urban, contemporary sound, it wasn't that hard to imagine. And then Momma walked in.
"Glad you listening to something besides all that devil's music." That was her greeting. No hello or anything. And that's another thing that always got on my nerves about Momma. She always greeted me by not greeting me. She always seemed to be critical and judging of me for no reason.
"Even if it's just Kirk Franklin." she muttered. What? Excuse me???? Kirk Franklin is a reputable gospel artist (other than that addiction issue) and all his lyrics are about God. I had half mind to go defend him but I decided against it since in my head, I was really throwing some D's on that.
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