"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
You guys know I love you, right? ❤️ ⚠️*Trigger warning*⚠️
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Chapter Fifty One - Two years ago __________________
Believably, my first day of high school wasn't everything I imagined. I thought it'd see a bunch of students dressed in uniforms, and getting along with each other but instead I saw small cliques of girls dressed in clothes my own mother wouldn't even wear and acting as if they were better than everyone because of the expensive bags or fancy cars.
The other cliques were the conservative girls, which I believed to be up my alley until I approached them and learned that they were into some dark things by the colorful hair and excessive dark makeup. My mother also told me people like that practiced devilish rituals.
I always wondered if her opinions on them were actually true because she can over exaggerate and take things out of context fairly easily, so most things she'd say to me were thrown out of the window. But they did seem a bit different than the people I'm used to seeing at the church.
Luckily, I didn't have many troubles getting from class to class throughout the day because I ended up making a friend by the name of Janet. We share the same art class and she took me by surprise when she showed me her drawings, which were amazing.
Janet was the first to speak to me and I didn't expect it from her considering how different we were from each other. She dressed freely and had chestnut curly hair that you'd die for. Her tanned skin made her hazel eyes appear brighter than ever and the petite body shape on her made the boys drool.
"You should hang with me and my friends." Janet suggested as she dipped her paintbrush into the water. "They'll love you."
"Uhh... I don't think so," I answered nervously, already feeling intimidated.
"But I know so, Danielle. You're so pretty and your body might be something crucial under... that." Janet eyed my outfit from my feet to my head.
"What's wrong with it? My mother tells me this is how a young woman is supposed to dress."
"So that means she talks a whole lot of shit about the girls like us who wears revealing outfits, of course." Janet pointed out, rolling her eyes.
I felt terribly guilty for even speaking on that because now she might think I actually believe what my mother tells me when in actuality... I don't. So far, Janet has shown me kindness and made me laugh back to back— she's not stuck up or snobby.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"No, it's okay," She laughed. "I know you didn't mean any harm in what you said and can I blame you for believing something your mother raised you to believe? No."
