B E F O R E

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"You are very interesting, Alexandra." A voice from behind me.

I spun around in my church pew. A girl was sitting directly behind my head. She had long, auburn hair, which fell around her face in perfect waves. She was grinning.

"I'm.. I'm sorry?" I leant to the backrest, twisting my dress, and furrowed my brow.

"We should be friends." The girl carried on.

"Wait.. I don't get... How do you even know my name? And how am I interesting?"

The girl tugged at a few strands of hair. She pointed to my back. "The label on your dress is sticking out-" -I tucked it back in self consciously- "- And it has your name written on it. And you're interesting because you seem to not like it here."

I shrugged. "It's church. My parents are obsessed. I don't really get it."

"Yeah, me too. I mean, I believe in God and all, but..."

The girl blew air out of her cheeks and rolled her eyes.

"... This is so boring. I mean, come on, we're eleven years old. We should be messing around or sleeping in on Sunday mornings. Not listening to some guy giving out the same old stuff every week."

I glanced forward, at mum and dad. They're a few rows ahead. They left me here to catch up with some people, or something. The couple mum was talking to both had bright red hair.

I figured they were the girl's parents.

I whirled back round and caught the girl's attention again.

"Psst. Hey. Do you want to get out of here?"

The girl's eyes widened. A mixture of shock and excitement.

"There's a park up the road, Alexandra, let's go there! Just for a bit. Before the parents are done."

She did a theatrical wink, then jumped silently from her seat. I caught up with her as she ducked between the pews, racing up to the door.

"Hey, what's your name? You never told me.." I whispered to her as she slipped through the door.

Her head popped back around.

"Molly. I'm Molly. Nice to meet you, Alexandra."

She grabbed my hand and I pulled myself through the church door, my eleven year old heart thumping with excitement and the thought of rebellion.

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