Charlotte'sPOV
Prologue
I am I am, I am I am
I think I am I think I am
I'm glad I am
I'm proud I am
A real religious man
-Mister Loco, "A Real Religious Man"
I grew up with these set of rules.
Curfew is 10.
No swearing.
Skirts were to be down to my knees.
Sex was to be saved for you husband.
No drinking.
No parties.
You must be polite to everyone. No matter how much you dislike them.
And lastly, you should always do what is right.
You see, my Dad is the high priest for 1st Catholic Church in San Diego, California.
My family expected me to be an example for all teens at our church and I happily obliged. It was easy to be good. I went to school, made all A's. I studied, I never went out to parties, I read my bible every night, and I prayed before every meal, I was an avid volunteer. And it was good. It was safe.
Eventually high school was over and I got into one of the best colleges I could've asked for because of my grades and my parent's couldn't have been prouder.
The day they sent me off, they gave me a necklace with a gold cross along it. It was to remind me not to fall into temptation while away.
And that flew for a while, until I met him.
I blame it on him. I blame it on him because he taught me how to roll peoples houses, and how to dance in public, how to drunk dial and how to tip strippers the right way. But mostly he taught me how to be a friend. He taught me to love with everything you got and I taught him the same.
And that is one rule worth following.
This is our story.