Forbidden Love (Scrapped)

Chapter 4

It is now Sunday and I am preparing for church. Yesterday wasn't very eventful. My boxes arrived and I put all my belongings where I wanted them. Luckily I had the help of Sierra, Robin, and Spencer. I probably would still have a couple more boxes left if they had not helped.

I really wanted to talk to Logan more, but she left early in the morning and did not come back to the room till late at night. Even at meals I could not find her. I was worried. But I was relieved when I heard her walk in. I wonder where she was at the whole day. Maybe drawing? Secret romance?

Wait this is an all girls school.

Unless she is gay also. Which could be likely considering society now-a-days. But this school is filled with hardcore Christians, so maybe not. Am I just getting my hopes up? Most likely.

I also talked to my mom yesterday. I wanted to confirm with her that I received my boxes, but I really just miss her. Ever since she told me that she loves me even with me being gay, I really want to talk to her. At least I know that someone loves me for me.

I finish getting ready and I look in the body mirror on the door. I am satisfied with what I am wearing. The school requires us to dress up for church, but not too dressy. I am wearing a simple red dress with a white collar. My hair is curled and I am wearing a long necklace. It is not too flashy, but also not too casual. I also do not wear makeup unless it is a special event. For example, prom, weddings, etc. It is just too much work. But I also hsve no ides how to use it.

After checking myself one last time I walk out of my room and locked the door behind me. I walk down the stairs and I look at what everyone else is wearing. Just to make sure I made the right decision. And it seems I did. Everyone honestly looks great.

I arrive at the chapel and I find Sierra saving a seat for me. When I sit down I say good morning to Robin and Spencer.

"Good morning everyone," says a man at the podium. I will assume he is the pastor. He looks nice. Mid-forties maybe. "Are you all ready for classes to begin tomorrow?"

The students groan.

He chuckles, "That is what I assume. Well, as many of you know, our dear music teacher, Mrs. Foster, retired last year. It is my pleasure to introduce the new music teacher, Ms. Park."

A woman with blonde hair stands up from her seat and turns and waves. And I know that woman. I could never forget her. And of course, to my luck, she is now my teacher.

That is Adelaide.

Everyone claps and she sits in her chair again. The pastor continues to speak and the service continues.

"Holy shit."

"What did you say?" Sierra asks next to me.

"Did I say that out loud?" I ask.

She laughs quietly. "Yes, you did. But it's okay. Just don't do it in front of teachers. But, what's wrong?"

"Well, you know the nee music teacher? I know her. We sat on the plane together. She is really great. Funny, and nice."

"Oh my gosh that's so cool!"

I laugh. "Yeah."

We pay attention to the rest of the service. It goes by quick and we all head to the dining hall for lunch. I make sure to steer clear of Adelaide, well, Ms. Park now. Which I don't know why. I just don't know what I am going to say to her.

I spend the rest of my day in my room preparing for classes tomorrow. I still have not prepared my binders, pencil pouches, and notebooks. I guess you could say I am a procrastinator. It is not terrible to the point I am drinking a four shot cup of coffee at 4 in the morning to finish an essay, but I do wakt at least till a day or two before. But in my opinion it could be worse.