I’m back!

At church I mean

It’s been about three weeks since I was last here

Gotta love spontaneous daddy-daughter road trips

But alas I return (insert evil laughter hear)

Anyway

Mother has dragged me out of my big warm and comfy bed

Wait

I think she found me on the floor this morning

That would explain why my back hurts so bad

OUCH!

We walk in and even through my blood shot eyes and shades I see that we are crazy early for service.

Looking up at my mother like ‘wth’ she smirks at me and tells me to put a little pep in my step

Pshh forget that

There’s nothing wrong with my step

Well as long as you consider a little leaning here and there as normal

What?!

I’m a little tipsy still

Don’t judge me

“I really need to stop talking to myself” I mumble aloud as we reach the first few rows of pews.

I happen to look up and my eyes go wide

NO WAY

“Welcome to BSR Registration” the sign read

BIBLE STUDY RETREAT!

“MOM!” I yell in a hushed tone

“Yes dear?

“I’m so not going to this,” I point at the sign “thing!”

“Sure you aren’t dear. Come along hunny you are already late.”

Putting on my full pout and determination face I run in front of my mother and beg her to not make me do this. “I’ll wash the dishes, your car, clothes, whatever you want.”

“We have workers for all those things hunny, now stop begging, you look like a dog. You’re becoming a young adult and it is time for you to expand your horizons.”

“But with THIS?! Come on mom this is so not fair.”

“Ashley calm down. It’s only for 3 weeks and you need to be around kids your age with real morals instead of those so called ‘friends’ you hang out with every night.”

I mumble under my breath

Who does she think she is

There’s nothing wrong with my friends

“Hunny stop mumbling. My decision is final and your bags are already packed and in the car waiting for you.”

I just pick up my pace and walk ahead of her with my arms crossed and pull my sunglasses to cover my face, “whatever.”