Spread your wings (Completed)

Chapter Six

At lunch, I sat down with my tray, alone. Someone's hands grabbed my shoulder, and I swung around so quick, I almost got whiplash. "What are you doing?" I looked up to see Amy and her friends with amused looks on their faces.

"C'mon," Amy said grabbing my hand and pulling me along with her. We headed out the door towards a black jeep and Amy clicked the unlock button. "Get in," Amy ordered. After I got in and closed the door, Amy pulled out a pack of what looked to be cigarettes. Cool was written on the front of the box, then she pulled a cigarette out. "Light me up! She said passing the cigarette to the back for one of the girls to light.

When one of them lit it up, I waved a few times in front of my face. Scrunching my nose up in disgust. The stench was strong and unbearable. "Here," Amy passed the cigarette's to me after she smoked some. "No, it's ok." "C'mon, its not like its weed or anything, all you gotta do is put it in your mouth and inhale," she held it out for me to take. For a minute I hesitated, then I took it and put it in my mouth. I inhaled the cigarette, and smoke came out of my nose. "See, it wasn't that bad," Amy said smiling. I took another hit of the cigarette, it felt like a breath of fresh air. Finally, I handed it back to Amy.

The bell rang, indicating it was time for lunch to be over. My stomach growled and I realized, I didn't get to finish my lunch. Not only was I hungry, but I reeked of smoke. "What about our clothes, can we mask the smell with something?" I asked looking around. "Yea," Sarah said pulling out a bottle of perfume. Each of us sprayed one another, and headed to class.

Class was over, and I still could smell a lingering scent of smoke. My stomach ached, and I was nervous to go home and possibly get the third degree. My parents would kill me, if they smelled what they called "the devil's breath" on me. Taking my jacket off, I put it in my backpack. Peering outside the building, I could see my dad looking at his watch, impatiently.

Running outside, I hopped in my dad's car. "Hey day," I greeted. "Hey sweetie, you ready for bible study?" He asked . "Ready as I'll ever be," I replied. In all honesty, I forget about bible study. I needed to hurry up and get me a shower, I thought looking out the window.

At home, I went straight to my bathroom. Took my clothes off , and dropped them in the hamper in my closet. As the steamy water hit my body, I washed my body thoroughly with my Jasmine scented body wash. I smelled delightful, as I stepped out of the shower with my towel wrapped around my body. Drying off, I rubbed some Jergens lotion on me. Looking through my closet, I pulled out a blue sundress.

"C'mon, bible study's about to start," my mom said through the crack of my door. I didn't bother putting shoes in, besides we were in the house, anyway. I slipped my feet into my slippers, instead. Walking into the living room, my dad was seated in his recliner and my mom was on the couch.

My dad had a bible in his hands and his glasses were placed on the bridge of his nose. I took a seat across from my mom in a chair, as my dad started the night's bible study. "Tonight, I will read a few scriptures from Proverbs 16:7-9." When my dad finished reading, he looked between my mom and I for feedback. "Well... I started. I think it means when your doing right and living according to what God expects, that even the people that hate us or spitefully mistreat us, he will make them became at peace with us," I explained. "To me, those scriptures mean," When we as God's people please him, he will make our enemies let us alone. Verse eight, I believe is saying no matter how much money we have, we will be better off righteous with a little. Like the scripture says" What profit a man to gain the whole world, yet loose his soul," mom quoted.

My dad looked at us, as if he were pleased with our responses. "How can you apply these scriptures to your individual lives?" Dad asked. "By living to the best of our ability and acknowledging God in all that we do, so that God can direct our paths," I said. "We also know not to look to the left or the right, but to keep our eyes on the prize," my mom added. We all agreed we each of our statements, and my Dad closed his bible. We laughed and talked about our day, then I went to bed.