Baptism

Baptism

  • WpView
    Reads 21
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 15, 2015
WpInfo
Fiction
Social Themes
One day I gave my heart to the lord and I am going to tell you how I did. I used to go to a baptist church I didn't feel right at the church we didn't learn anything about the lord sure it was fun but I didn't get anything out of the church I used to go to. One day my friend called me and asked me " do you want to go to church with me" I said "sure why not" after that day I started going to that church I really loved it and I got something out of it I really loved learning about the lord. And everyone in my family goes to a different church baptist I am the only one out of my whole family who goes to church of Christ. I went to my grandmas house and she said " I am making the wrong decision I should go to baptist" I said " I am going down my path" October 3rd
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Secret Mind ✓
  • Lost love in Time(fiolee)(under united)
  • Rejected with his baby
  • Life SUCKS.
  • Deceived
  • Abused by One Alpha Mate, Lied to by Another Alpha Mate
  • His Appointed Wife
  • Forbidden Love
  • Unmask

"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines