When I was at I went to church with my friends and I found out what God was. That was first time I went to church and not the last. I only went to church 5 times bye the time I was 15 and when I was 17 and I went there regularly
I had to keep it a secret my parents did not believe in this type of things. But one day they found out. I walked home and I heard them screaming say how she had to go to a phsycrastict. I hoping they won't talk about me but as I walked into the house they stop talking.
"Honey, please sit down." Said my mother I did what was told and laid down on the couch.
"We are going to send you to a phsycrastict. You have become confuse and we believe this person might help you. You also had disobeyed us by going to church and the main reason why we are sending you." Said my father I glared at them but I know I could do nothing about it. I will be going to the place tomorrow no matter how much I don't want to.
I quickly sat up and walk out of the room to my bedroom were I spent the whole night there until it was time for me to go.
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