Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound of Isaiah's alarm fills the room. Almost immediately, he turns off the alarm and hops out of bed. His alarm clock reveals that it is 8:00 am.
'If I get ready within less than an hour, we'll leave and get to church at the same time as always, 9:45 am. About 15 minutes before church actually begins.' Isaiah plans out his morning as always. His father had taught him to do it when he was younger. Like his father would always say, 'Plan everything. Anything that you haven't already planned out is pointless.'
Isaiah got in the shower and finishes in 5 minutes. He then gets dressed in his bedroom, before going to brush his teeth, he looks at himself in the mirror he has set up in his room. 'A white short sleeve collared, nice blue tie, black pants, white dress shoes. I think it looks nice.'
He leaves his room and goes into the bathroom he shares with his 16-year old sister. His sister, Joanna, is already in there, brushing her black hair. Isaiah starts brushing his black hair as well.
"Morning, Isaiah," Joanna smiles at her elder brother, who starts brushing his teeth.
He finishes brushing his teeth, the last thing on his agenda of getting ready. "Morning, kiddo."
Joanna grins, "You always say that like were 20 years apart in age. Do I need to remind you every morning that we're only 2 years apart?"
Isaiah looks at his sister, smiling. "Yeah."
Joanna laughs at her brother's teasing and continues getting ready. Isaiah jogs down the stairs and looks for something to eat before they leave for church. During his search, he fails to notice his mother, father, and sister coming down the stairs.
"What are you looking for, dear?" His mother, Beatrice ask.
"Something to eat," He replies.
His father, Matthew, looks at his son in disappointment. "You'll make it without breakfast."
Beatrice gives her husband a bewildered look, "He does need to eat, Matthew. He's a growing boy."
"He can stand to lose a few pounds," Matthew remarks, eyeing his 17-year old son.
"But dad-" Isaiah tries to say something.
"Are you talking back?"
Isaiah trembles, "N-no, sir."
Matthews sighs, "I can't wait till this year ends and you go off to college," He mumbles under his breath. Then goes into the garage. Matthew's wife follows him into the garage. Leaving their son and daughter alone.
"Are you okay, Isaiah?" Joanna rushes over to her brother to comfort him.
Isaiah smiles, "I'm fine. Dad's right, I should lose a couple pounds."
Joanna sighs, but says nothing. "Get in the car! We're going to be late!" Joanna rushes out the door at the sound of their father yelling. Isaiah follows, not too far behind her. They climb into the backseat and say nothing.
Matthew turns up the Jesus music playing in the car. "Now this is real music. Not all that pop crap you kids listen to..." Matthew's voice fades out in Isaiah's head. He knows his father is ranting about music, but he's not listening to him.
Instead, Isaiah's thoughts carry him away. 'Haven't I already lost enough weight? I'm lighter than the average male my height, 5,8. I only weigh 135 lb. Doesn't dad see I'm trying to be perfect?' His thoughts sting.
The drive continues in silence, at least to Isaiah.
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When they get to church, Matthew opens the door for his wife and for his daughter, but leaves Isaiah to open his own door. Isaiah isn't offended, he's used to his father and his strong beliefs of what men and women should do. Isaiah walks slowly by himself, since the rest of his family has already gone inside.
'I like getting the chance to be on my own. None of dad's yelling, or mom's crying, or Joanna's mumbling out of anger.' Isaiah arrives inside a moment later and walks to the room where the sermon would take place, a chapel. He doesn't take in the beauty of the chapel like most people do. The chapel makes him feel uncomfortable.
"There you are, Isaiah," Joanna says with a big smile on her face. Isaiah couldn't help but smile back, despite not feeling happy. "Let's take our seats."
Isaiah follows her, and they join their mother, who is already in her usual seat waiting patiently. Isaiah checks his watch, '9:55 am on Sunday, January the 7th, 2018.' He nods and wishes he could slouch or just lean back. But he notices his father's stern eyes on him and he sits straight, despite his back hurting.
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Isaiah's father is preaching. He should be paying attention to what he's saying like most people. But his eyes keep drawling to something, or rather someone else. Sitting only a row ahead is Jayden Brooks. 'I can't believe he's here. He goes to some other church, right? But I'm not upset. His blonde, spiky and messy hair. Tan skin. Cold blue eyes. He's so attractive.' Isaiah thinks to himself, but the truth really does hurt.
Jayden is straight. Besides, Isaiah can't date a guy. His father would actually kill him.
'But, it's nice to dream.' He smiles sadly and pushes Jayden out of his head. He pays attention to his father preaching, who'll ask them what they thought of the sermon later.
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The Pastor's Son
Romance(The image does not belong to me! To any people who have already read it, I decided to change the picture!) *I wrote this book when I was in middle school so please understand that this book is NOT a great representation queer people. It could be d...
