LOSING FAITH
By Denise Jaden
Chapter One
Everybody has a Big Plan. A strategy, for life. Everyone except me, that is. I’m only fifteen, not a big deal you’d think, but when every single
person—even your preschool nephew, on schedule to become a firefighter—seems to have his or her path laid out before them, it does get
intimidating.
Mom and Dad call it predestined. Every little thing is planned out for them, not only for this life, but for the next one to come, and really, it’s
not of much consequence how they place their feet or which direction they walk, since they’ll turn up in the same place in the end. I think it’s
just one big excuse to blame somebody else for everywhere they go wrong.
My sister’s wanted to go to Bible school since before she could walk, my best friend Amy wants to work at MAC and is spending every
moment of her high school existence trying to recruit future clients.
Even Dustin, who doesn’t spend a great amount of time strategizing about his life, has some Big Plans in mind. The first of which, I’m sure,
is to get into my pants.
“Hey Brie,” he whispers, between sucks on my earlobe. I’ve never quite known how to tell him he reminds me of my retriever, Nuisance,
lapping his water bowl all over the kitchen floor. Not exactly romantic.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…” One thing about Dustin’s Plans is that they’re usually easily maneuvered. Knock him onto the next Big Event
and he’ll forget this one existed. “But shouldn’t we be getting to Evan’s soon?”
I hold up my watch behind his head and shrug my left shoulder to my neck to soak up some of his drool. Almost ten. Too late to think about
sex in the house anyway, but I’m tired of using my parents as the fallback excuse.
“Come on,” he says, and goes back for the ear. He slides his hand down to my hip.
Suddenly, all I can see is Mom’s Jesus statue on the hearth behind him. “Do you think this is sin?”
He pulls back and stares in my eyes. This is the hardest part. It’s easy to say no when those eyes are buried in my neck.
“You’re right,” he says. “We should get going.
Great. Bring up the sin thing. Way to go, Brie. Now he thinks you’re going to Bible thump him all the way to Bakerview’s youth group.
“You know I like you, Brie…” He grabs two of Mom’s gourmet caramel popcorn balls off the table. “But I’m not going to wait forever.”
I know it. And I will. Soon. I follow his lead as he heads out the door.
By Denise Jaden
Chapter One
Everybody has a Big Plan. A strategy, for life. Everyone except me, that is. I’m only fifteen, not a big deal you’d think, but when every single
person—even your preschool nephew, on schedule to become a firefighter—seems to have his or her path laid out before them, it does get
intimidating.
Mom and Dad call it predestined. Every little thing is planned out for them, not only for this life, but for the next one to come, and really, it’s
not of much consequence how they place their feet or which direction they walk, since they’ll turn up in the same place in the end. I think it’s
just one big excuse to blame somebody else for everywhere they go wrong.
My sister’s wanted to go to Bible school since before she could walk, my best friend Amy wants to work at MAC and is spending every
moment of her high school existence trying to recruit future clients.
Even Dustin, who doesn’t spend a great amount of time strategizing about his life, has some Big Plans in mind. The first of which, I’m sure,
is to get into my pants.
“Hey Brie,” he whispers, between sucks on my earlobe. I’ve never quite known how to tell him he reminds me of my retriever, Nuisance,
lapping his water bowl all over the kitchen floor. Not exactly romantic.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…” One thing about Dustin’s Plans is that they’re usually easily maneuvered. Knock him onto the next Big Event
and he’ll forget this one existed. “But shouldn’t we be getting to Evan’s soon?”
I hold up my watch behind his head and shrug my left shoulder to my neck to soak up some of his drool. Almost ten. Too late to think about
sex in the house anyway, but I’m tired of using my parents as the fallback excuse.
“Come on,” he says, and goes back for the ear. He slides his hand down to my hip.
Suddenly, all I can see is Mom’s Jesus statue on the hearth behind him. “Do you think this is sin?”
He pulls back and stares in my eyes. This is the hardest part. It’s easy to say no when those eyes are buried in my neck.
“You’re right,” he says. “We should get going.
Great. Bring up the sin thing. Way to go, Brie. Now he thinks you’re going to Bible thump him all the way to Bakerview’s youth group.
“You know I like you, Brie…” He grabs two of Mom’s gourmet caramel popcorn balls off the table. “But I’m not going to wait forever.”
I know it. And I will. Soon. I follow his lead as he heads out the door.
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