Francena Nakamura never expected that, for the usage of her senior year, she'll be helping Julian Dean - star captain of the soccer team and her ex-crush - find her old pseudonym, Miss Incomplete.
Never did she expect, that in the process, she'll f...
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In Buddhism, it's typical to pray. Especially for things you wish for your life, things you want for your life and good energy overall. An incense is a 'stick' that is light up to be placed in front of Buddha after the praying session. Prayers last for about five minutes to over an hour, depending on visitations or meditation. Buddhism, is my religion, I do not want comments rudely placed on any of my story portion. If you have questions, dumb or curiosity, just asks. But do not be like "I thought the author put incest or insect instead of incense." I don't find it funny so move on with those jokes.
Another thing I want to mention; as from what I'm told: you must always ask your parents permission if you wish to become a monk and become enlightened. If you don't have consent and continues to go to the temple and become a monk, it does you no good due to the fact that you have no consent in this portion. Just a heads up.
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I bowed down to the statue of Buddha, completing my prayers as I take the incense between my palms and place down into the sand, carrying dozens of other burning incenses.
My brother followed behind in my lead, dropping his incense between his palms and into the white sand. He turns to me, "what did you pray for?"
I shrug, "the usual; good grades, good health — for myself and family. Good fortunate, and good luck overall." We followed ourselves out into the courtyard holding the different statues of Buddhist gods. The shadow carried itself from the height of the temple, casting a long and wide shadow over our heads. The colours of the sacred grounds' buildings carried in primarily red and gold. Red behind the colour of good fortunate and luck. The courtyard scans itself in concrete decorative floors, creating patterns and lines across for aesthetic. However the large building carried, on a national holiday or traditional day, the floors would be booming in followers to which caused me and Kenji several times to be lost from our family.
But, today wasn't a national holiday or traditional day of our religion. Instead, our grandma just felt the need to drag us out of the house, feeling its been too long since we've stepped on sacred grounds.
"What did you pray for?" I turn to my brother, as we decided to wait for our grandmother.
He shrugs, "good grades. Good friends. A pretty girlfriend." I elbowed him at the last statement, and he chuckles. I shook my head, eyes scanning over the decoration of the floor to a temple, finding the appearance of my grandma and our father stepping out.
