CHAPTER 2
One particular Sunday we were all getting ready to start the day, the usual rush and dress code were in place. I was sitting in the car next to my sister Morgan who was texting her boyfriend ( little did mum know, let alone dad) about seeing each other today and what their plans were for the afternooon. My other sisters were occupied with their taunting one another about boys they liked. I really didn't understand how I fit into this family. Why was I so different from them? Was I truly adopted as one of my sisters had suggested to me, at age four? One could only hope let alone dream, that they had made a mistake about my birthing and given me to the wrong family. But unfortunately, I was truly one of them. I had my mothers smile and my fathers big eyes, the colour of deep sea oceans. Nope I was definitely a Wilson!
We pulled into the parking lot of our church and made our way into the inner sanctum of peace. I had made one friend there that was particularly special to me, her name was Honey.
Honey came running up to me just as I opened the door and threw her arms around me. " Sunday to Sunday is just to long to see you Kitty".
Honey was the Pastor's grand-daughter. She feared the 'Man of God' and obeyed everything he told her to do. Which I found a little strange. Honey was home schooled by her parents and was smart and pretty and couldn't wait to see me on Sunday's so she could find out what the "outside" world was doing, as she called it. They rarely went into town, let alone associated with other people outside our church, which I also found strange. Honey had 6 brothers, one of which Stephanie was particualrly drawn too. Stephanie always made sure she made a grand entrance into the church, just to make sure he took notice of her, but she usually caught the Pastors eye and he was forever hauling her into the church office to give her a lecture. She would come out holding back tears, after being lectured for over half an hour. When I used to ask her what he had said. Stephanie would tell me to mind my own business and slink towards the play equipment, where some of the older kids now hung out by. Lectures in the church office were a considerably bad punishment, according to the older teen girls that were being summoned there. They never discussed with me what was actually said, but our parents thought it was good for their spiritual growth that this time was dedicated by our Pastor. I never saw the boys getting into trouble though, it always seemed the girls were the problem. The girls to me never seemed to do anything wrong. But sometimes the Pastor lectured in his sermon about how women ought to dress and how they need to carry themselves and not give boys temptation with their flirting and behaviour. My thoughts would drift off at this point and I would always be in the same place. Snow covered mountains, a log cabin, butterflies floating by.......
My Mother would give me a nudge and tell me stop my mind from wandering and listen to the Pastor. So I would sit up and catch the eye of Honey, who would poke out her tongue and make faces at me, causing me to giggle, which in turn I would be given that Fatherly glance as if to say " I'll talk to you after this is over".
When church was done, the parents would be inside talking the Pastor, while us teenagers hung by the play equipment watching out for the younger children, a role we were given to 'cherish and enjoy'. It was then that Honey's younger brother Eli came over to talk to me.
" You know Jacob has a big fat crush on Stepahnie" Eli was all of three years younger than Honey and myself. He wasn't a little child anymore and he wasn't a teenager yet, he was just plain annoying.
Derrrr like I never knew Jacob wasn't interested, it was plainly obvious to everyone including the Pastor.
" Gee, really? Eli haven't you got anything better to do?" I was clearly annoyed and just wanted to talk to Honey. We had a lot of catching up to do. I wanted to tell her all the things happening at school and she always got excited by the stuff that seemed everyday normal to me.
I loved talking to Honey. We had known each other for years. I loved finding out about her life and what her family did and how she dealt with being schooled at home, with no friends. We would sit for hours after church and just talk, about our dreams, our families and our friendship. It was all about to change, for the both of us, yet we didn't know it at the time.
