As I was fixing up my hair, my doorbell rang. I make my way to the door and look out the window before opening it. A short, stubby and awkward looking boy, my age, is smiling from ear to ear holding a book. I open the door, angry because he had interrupted my morning hair care ritual.
"Can't you see the sign, 'no solicitors'" I say with a growl, pointing at the sign on my door. "Oh no! I'm not a solicitor! I'm a Mormon! I don't know what religion a solicitor is though. I'll have to look that up later. ELDER PRICE WHAT RELIGION IS A SOLICITOR!" He screams. Now I know who this idiot is, one of those Mormons who I went to highschool with who are now preparing to change the world! Like making people believe in some fake stories is gonna change anything.
"I'm here! Elder Cunningham you can't just run off like that" the next guy says, but I knew him. Kevin price, the 'mr perfect' of highschool, never a grade below a b+, never a bad mark on his permanent record. "Oh- uh (y/n) hi! What a lovely home!" He says with a giant grin "uh thanks, it's my parents. I'm not interested in adopting a new religion, it sounds pretty stupid if I'm being frank so, bye!" I say, slamming to door in their faces.
But the doorbell rings again, I open the door to see Kevin with his hand on Arnold's shoulder, "leave her alone, she's not that type of girl" he says. I open the screen door now, "I'm not what type of girl?" I say angry. "The type of girl to believe in something that she can't physically see. You have no aspirations or desire to do good in the world! You were mean to us in high school and not even a month later you are mean to us again. Sorry to be rude but it's the truth." Kevin snaps. Maybe he was right, maybe I don't have any aspirations or dreams or any type of hope at all. I've never been in love, only blurry makeout sessions that I only half remember, and I've never had a real 'best friend', only the people who I hung out with in high school who I already stopped talking to.
"I'm a good person! And I can totally be a stupid Mormon or whatever." I say angrily, "but good thing I don't want to!" "Then show me" said Arnold, "show me that you're a good person" "let's just go" said Kevin. "No, she claims shes a good person, show us" Arnold says once again.
"What? H-how do I show you that! It just happens ok! And why are you still here, go away!" I say, now I was flustered and embarrassed. I keep saying I'm a good person but maybe I'm not. I was just so mean to them and all they wanted to do was show me something new, religion. Something to believe in and some bigger force to turn to when life gets shitty. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to give it a shot. Maybe I can change. Maybe I can fall in love and move somewhere tropical and have a best friend.
"Ok." I say bluntly, trying hard not to make eye contact because I was proven wrong, "I'll learn to be a good person, come in, teach me about Mormons or whatever."
