Not Another Fairytale

Jeez, get me out of here. We haven’t been here very long and I already want to go home. I’ve been in what I like to call a “Jesus Slump” lately. I can’t connect with any of the messages. I want to run away every time I hear them start the music. It just doesn’t hold my interest anymore.

I sink down in my seat and start to daydream.

When we finally got home, I checked my phone (my mom doesn’t allow me to take it to church because it “disconnects me from the messages and from God”), and noticed I had a message from my friend, Candace.

“hey grl! goin to a club ltr. see u there?”

Candace has been trying really hard to get me to go to a club with her. A gay club. She says when I’m with her, she gets more numbers than when she’s with her other gay friends. In her words, I can “get the bitches excited.” Whatever that means.

I don’t see why I shouldn’t go. It could be fun.

“Hey, Candace! I’d love to go! What time?”

I fall down on my bed and start to think about tonight. Though I prefer the male species, there’s nothing wrong with a straight girl going to a gay club. Especially in support of my friend.

So I keep pushing the thought out of my head that I’m actually kind of excited to go, and try to keep telling myself it’s all for Candace. Right?