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Patience King

"Let the church say amen. Beautiful praise and worship wasn't it church?"

"Yes." the church yelled.

"Please turn your bibles to Ephesians 5:19." he said and pages could be heard skipping.

I picked up my bible and found the scripture before standing with my mother and everybody else.

"Let us read."

"Addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart." we read then lifted our bibles in the air. "Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost; as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen."

"You may be seated. How do y'all feel about rapping?" the paster ask and the church mumbled while laughing. "Rapping ain't for christians. But still... they do it. Christians now-a-days are so caught up in the outer world, that they forgot what life is all about... God. God do not like rapping. All these rappers talk about is sex, money, big houses, drugs... ain't that right church?"

"Yes.. Praise the lord."

I looked around to see a few people my age and younger just looking at the paster while a few of them walked out of church.

"You good?" Jonas ask me.

Today he decided to come to church with me since he was 'scared' i might find some church guy to talk to and since he wanted to spend more time with me.

"I'm fine." i gently removed my hand from his and placed it in my lap.

"Geneva are you listening? This is a very important word sweety." my mother said, calling me by my middle name.

"Yes mom."

Our paster went on about how much money the rappers spend to be in the industry and how all the rappers are in illuminati. I was just sitting there and listening. I personally never listened to rap music because i don't know what to listen to. Ask me if i know any rappers or rnb artist and I'm gonna be clueless.

After the service was finished. I sat on the bench outside waiting for my mom and Jonas to come out. I was still upset about what he did to me and even though he apologized, i was still angry at him.

The whole week he tried to make me happy but it wasn't working in his favor. He took me out, bought me ice cream, watch movies with me, cuddle with me, and i still wasn't happy. He was just faking everything because he didn't want me to tell my mother on him.

"Aye miss lady, you dropped your bookmark thing on your way out." a guy handed me my bookmark.

"Uh.. Thank you." i smiled and took it from him, placing it back in my bible.

"You from 'round here?"

"Uh i use to live three blocks down from here but i live uptown now."

"Ah, working class girl i see." he sat beside me.

I chuckled at his remarks. "You can say that."

"Don't mind me, I'm just waiting on my moma." he pointed at the lady that was talking to my mom.

"Oh. She's talking to my mom."

"I see. I'm August." he stretched his hands to me.

"August? That's a cute name. Patience." i shook his hands.

"Aite."

We sat there in silence just looking at the people getting into their cars and hugging each other until he spoke again.

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