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Rachel and Eve hurried out of the room, "Eve are you out of your mind?" Rachel hissed.
"No, what was I supposed to do? Lie?" She said, her voice a shriek.
"I don't know," They headed over to a quiet area and sat on the benches. "Has it clicked that you could fail the class?"
Eve started to say something, "I don't know, I doesn't seem right that I would deny God and Jesus just for a grade, does that seem right for you?"
Now it was Rachel's time to not know what to say, her sister was right. They both believe in God and their parents and aunt and uncle had religion revolving around their lives.
Yes she believed in God, but honestly how were they supposed to handle this? Defend christianity and fail or sign the stupid paper and pass. Rachel sighed, "I'm sorry Eve, you're right." She rested her hand on Eve's and saw Eve smile.
"Did you sign the paper?"
Rachel sat up, "No! Why would you ask that, while you and the professor were throwing a little scene he seemed to forget that there were other students who hadn't sighed or turned in the paper to him."
They laughed, "Who is gonna tell are parents?"
Rachel responded by saying something even funnier, "Who's gonna tell Aunt Aimee?"
That made them laugh a whole lot harder. They had different classes so they set of on their own ways.
* * *
Maddie Holden
I walked into the worn out and was hit by the smell of cigars and alcohol, I called for my grandmother and she trudged into the room and sat down in the old chair and lit a cigarette. "Why don't you answer the phone when I call and text?" Her tone was callous.
"I was driving Grandmother, what do you want me to do?"
"Oh I don't know, pull over maybe, anyway, your mother wants to see you and I am driving."
I moan "Grandmother" I don't want to talk to my mother who is in jail for selling drugs or something. But of course, I lost the argument and soon enough we were in the car on our way to to the jail.
My mom lost custody of me when her boyfriend locked me in a tiny dark closet with a wooden door. Of course she defended him and not her own six year old daughter, but the real time was when they both got high on some king of drug and scarred me for life.
So yeah, and of course no parent wants to take in a girl from a junkie mother so I have been in and out of foster homes since. I overheard every phone call they made to my social worker letting him know that this wasn't going to work. So when my grandmother wanted custody for some strange reason I agreed to it so I would be in a stable place. But I regret that now and I understand why my mother is a addict but I still hate her with everything in me.
That's also the reason why I won't go near the bible club the principle is started, and of course his son is stringing people into it. Why in the world they want to worship a God who doesn't care about me. And he never will.
To Be Continued
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