Let Me Be

Ugh! Sunday already. I stretched and yawned as I thought about the long message I was going too have to sit through. It was 6:00 in the morning and everybody in the Johnson house was rushing too get dressed for church. Except me.

Sometimes I wish I could jut sit here and not go, but every good thing must come too an end. "Aszia!" Well there goes my hopes.

"Yes!"

"Get up now ! We're going too be late" my mom yelled.

I sighed and threw the covers on the ground. I got dressed in something I thought was nice for church, threw my hair in a messy bun, and ate breakfast.

"What in the name of Jesus do you have on" my dad yelled at me.

He always did trip about any little thing I did. And expectually when your daughter is a town boy. I didn't like anything girly. I refuse too get my nails done, put a dress on , put make up on, basically living as any teenage girl.

"It's just jeans" I said getting annoyed. "Must you trip about every single thing. Dang!"

"First your going too respect me! Second your going too go upstairs and take that off" he yelled.

Soon the room filled with silence. I looked down at what I had on. I had on a black shirt with a gold Egypt pyramid, khaki pants, and some black Jordan's too go with it.

"Your not going too church with your pants sagging. Your a young lady not a young man" she screamed.

I rolled my eyes and stumbled too my room. I found something suitable for church and ran too my Range Rover.