Handling Grief

Chapter Eight

There would a lot of pidgin in this chapter. Translations are in the brackets after them. Enjoy;)

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"I knew you would let me help" Dianne said with a smirk on her face.

I went to her room thirty or forty minutes after she left mine.

"I'm depressed, Dianne. I don't want to remember my dilemmas. I want to forget it all!"

"And I can help" she told me, "You will have to go to church with me tomorrow"

"Church?" I asked with a grimace.

I wasn't expecting that.

I heard a short throaty laugh from her, "Yeah. Church."

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I didn't want to go to church! I hadn't even gone to church since my dad died and now that I had made my mind up against God, I was very certain I didn't want to go to church.

Church wasn't what I was expecting Dianne to invite me to. She had never been a church girl.

"Come on, you will borrow some of my clothes" she offered that morning.

I just watched her as she flung her closet open, somewhat excited. Her closet made me gasp. It looked like a mini boutique. All types of designer dresses were in there. All the types a girl like me could only covet after.

"I'm not going to church" I declared.

She paused with her selecting and turned to see if I was being serious.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked.

"I'm not. Church is the last place I would like to be at right now" I confessed.

She blinked first then a devilish smile began to creep on her brown face.

"I so get that feeling, girl. Come on, I'm not introducing you to an apostle. Just trust me"

I shrugged helplessly. I didn't really have a choice.

"Come on, choose anyone" she offered again.

I chose a sleeveless top that had a splash of vibrant rainbow colours and a very cool white leggings to match. I was grateful that Dianne and I were the same size. I got to wear some of her sneakers that had laces red, green, blue and yellow.

She gave me a Gucci cross bag to complement my choice. I looked stunning.

Dianne went for a tight dark green gown, black vans and black cross bag.

"Simple but sexy. That's me!" she mused.

We both burst into laughter. It had a beautiful effect on me.

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I think I get the reason Dianne was always eager to go to church. Her church had a special church for just teenagers. The church I went to before my stay at Aunty Chichi's was yet to have a teens' church.

It was really cool having to stay in church with my age mates alone. I almost forgot my new hatred for church.

At the end of service, Dianne pulled me to the back of the church.