Don't Speak
“GM 😊.” I texted Ben, finishing the last of my toaster strudel. It had been two weeks since we’d spoken and I couldn’t figure out why. Today was our last final and we hadn’t had any of our usual study sessions. I hope he sticks around for summer so we can get over this awkwardness between us. Sure, we’ve only been dating for six months, but that’s a long time to dream, and I don’t want to give up on our dream. I head upstairs and finish getting ready for school. Geneva should be picking me up any second. Normally I would just ask her what’s up with Ben; they’ve known each other since second grade. I, however, just moved here last year. I didn’t meet Ben until my parents dragged me to a new church they’d been trying. I’d gotten saved just a year prior to that at the church we’d been attending since I was a baby. I’d always felt freedom there, and a sense of peace. I’d served in the children’s ministry, gone to teen nights, and had teen bible study, but ever since we’d moved to Austell, I never felt the same. Even though I never tried to hide my displeasure during service, my parents were always trying to get me to be more involved. I think they truly believed that after a while I would find one of the plethora of groups to my liking, or at least fake it, so they kept finding reasons for me to go.
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