Forbidden Love (Scrapped)

Chapter 12

Monday

For the past two days I have not spoken to anyone nor come outof my room for more than half an hour. Logan has brought me food and respectfully not asked what happened. The other girls have tried to reach out to me, but I can't speak to anyone. And Adelaide, she tried calling me Saturday morning. Twice. But I couldn't bring myself to answer. I hate confronting difficult situations. Yesterday I didn't even go to church. Which I may get in trouble for, but I couldn't bring myself to go and fake it. To just smile and sing and sit there like everything is perfect.

But today, I have to go. The school is really strict on attendance here because our classes are literally right next door.

I didn't go to breakfast. It is 7:30 right now, so I can't even eat. There is the kitchen downstairs, but there really isn't anything but snacks. Maybe I will have one of the packaged pastries down there.

I get up off my bed to change into my uniform. I did my hair that hasn't been brushed or washed in two days. I wash my face, but careful to not touch the cast that is still on my nose. I look in the mirror on the door to mske sure I look somewhat decent. And when I approve, I grab my things and head to Culinary.

When I reach the first floor I see the girls sitting in the living room, most likely waiting for me.

"Willow!" Spencer yells when she sees me. The other girls turn and look back at me.

I walk over and tilt my head to look at my feet. "Hey."

"Willow what's wrong?" Sierra asks. "You haven't spoken to anyone since Friday night. And we thought everything was great?"

"Guys it's nothing." I try to tell them.

"No, it's not." Robin tries.

"Guys. Stop. It's fine." I lash out and walk out of the building.

God, I haven't spoken to them in days. They should know that I don't want to talk about it.

I reach Culinary and I look at the board to see what I am supposed to do, like everyday, and I get started and mind my own business. Today we are making pancakes and learning how to make them fluffy. Great. Oh, and guess what we are putting on them, strawberries. So let's see how this class is going to go.

By the middle of class I have made my pancakes. And honestly, they look great. Not to boast, but for someone who doesn't know how to cook, I am doing really well in this class. Now all that is left is chopping the strawberries and making the strawberry sauce.

I chop some strawberries and mush them together, then put them in a pot to make the sauce. I put in the other ingredients and mix them together. When the sauce is done, I put it in a little jar. I then chop up the other strawberries in halves and quarters.

Today we are being graded on not only how the food tastes, but how it looks. You don't just dump the sauce on. So I drizzle the sauce over the pancakes in little lines. Then I put the strawberries in the middle in a flowery pattern.

When I am done and I step back to look at my pancakes, I feel tears coming down my face. I don't understand why, they're just pancakes. But they're Adelaide's favorite.

"Willow are you okay?" The person next to me asks.

I wipe my face and smile at her. "Um, yeah. Thanks though."

She goes back to her work and I sit on my stool and stare at my pancakes for the rest of class.

Something that I don't entirely want to admit, is the condition between my religion and my sexuality. One part of me is so proud of who I am. I love being gay and I know that is who I am and this part of me has no shame for it. But the other part of me is so proud of my religion. I love being Christian. I love going to church and singing songs and worshiping. But then when I think about what the bible says amd if it's true or not, it puts confliction.