The Angel's Calling

Chapter 12

The week passed by as a blur and it was finally Saturday - time for my baptism. The past week was one of the good ones. Me and Jessica started talking more often again and Peyton had gotten his training. Sure, he was very busy most of the time but he was so glad when he said he was ready.

When anyone got a chance to ask me how I was doing? I only had one answer to give and that "pretty great! What about you?". Some days I thought that maybe it was all about where I put my focus on. Like if I know that both good and bad times are temporary, and I still keep myself in the positive mindset, I would be much more happier then usually.
Something other then told me that this was a blessed period where I was going to get baptised and higher force wanted me to be happy.
Whatever it was, it had worked and I was so thankful to get a chance of a happy lifestyle. I knew how I want my days to pass and that was it. Feeling grateful and happy.

I woke up around eight a.m in the morning, got out of bed and made my bed. After that I looked myself in the mirror and I had a terrifying morning look.

Me: oh, no, Not today!

I growled because of the bad situation. I took my things and went to the bathroom to wash myself and specially my hair.

About an hour later I was packing my bag for the baptism. I knew I had to take clothes that can get wet. I opened my wardrobe and took with me: a summer dress and a towel. Later I put casual clothes on and put my hair up in a pony tail.

Downstairs my father was watching tv, it was around 11 a.m. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and my father followed me.

Dad: you're dressed? So early. Going somewhere?

It was quite obvious that my father would ask that. It wasn't a school day and I could sleep in which I would usually do but today was a special one. Unfortunately, I hadn't prepared an answer  for my father's question. I knew it waited for me at some point but I guess I just hoped it would become a topic in the afternoon, not right now..

Me: I.. uh, I'm meeting up with Jessica.. and Peyton.

I stuttered while speaking. I hated lies and lying but here I was, trying to hide from my father. I felt pity for myself.

Dad: and?

Me: and.. we, uh... we're going camping.

Dad: camping? Why didn't you say anything?

He asked while crossing his arms on his chest.

Me: well, we're not going to stay for the night. We're just taking some time away from the city.

Dad nodded at my response.

Dad: Jessica is bringing her boyfriend as well?

He said chuckling. I gave him a look, trying to tell him that it wasn't his business. To be honest, I didn't even know the answer to that question.

Me: I don't think so. Then again you'll never know. I just haven't talked about this with her.

I took my usual sandwich and left the house. Peyton had his car parked already outside. When he saw me, he turned his car off and came out.

Peyton: good morning !

I stopped on my track. He hinted at his car with his head and I followed him. He put my things on the backseat and then I looked at him.

Me: you seem to be doing well. You seem happy

Peyton: I'm doing better indeed but I fear that it will be short lived.

Me: why?

Peyton: Today is your baptism and well.. I haven't felt comfortable with it.

Me: look, I started this journey. I want it to be worth it.