My beautiful sleep is disturbed by noisy gospel songs. I guess it’s already Sunday. I won’t even dare to complain because last time I did, I got told it was the demons inside me talking as they burn. LOL. Parents though. I got up from the bed and prepared myself.

I have good news today. I AM GOING TO CHURCH. NOT TO WORSHIP, BUT TO PRAISE.

My mum was shocked when I told her yesterday. She thinks maybe I have changed. I can’t wait.

After the service, while my mum was greeting her fellow church members, I went outside to begin with the praise I came for.

As soon as I step out, I’m met with an awesome scene: Lerato had a handful of Michaela’s hair in one hand and was slapping the poor skinny girl with the other. I am witnessing such awesomeness in the yard of the Lord. What a great life I’m destined to live.

Michaela’s screams and cries attracted the elders, who came outside rushing and broke the fight. That’s my cue to leave.

I threw myself on the couch and started laughing so hard. It’s such a lovely day.

“Matlou, is this how I raised you?”

Amen. I can’t even laugh in peace.

“What did I do now, mama?”

“DON’T ASK THAT WHILE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN UP TO!!!”

Ehh, she’s pretty angry, yoh.

“I’m going to my room to rest. I had a long day.”

I have to avoid this thunderstorm after having such a great day. I stood up to leave, but she blocked my way. For the first time, my mum was angry, but she also had tears in her eyes. What’s up?

“I thought you were changing for the better. Kgane, you’re still the same bully you were. How could you do such to your best friend and spread rumours about the pastor’s daughter?”

“The people you are standing up for are also not innocent. Lerato went behind my back and bought the ligh—”

“I’ve had enough with the K-pop. Lightstick this, lightstick that. What about people’s feelings? Why are you so immune to what your actions do to other people?”

Because they also don’t think about my feelings, but I don’t dare to say it out loud.

“Sorry.”

“You are going to go in your room, bring your iPad and laptop, then apologise to your friend.”

That’s not an issue. I know she’ll soften up as time goes on. I do as she says, and as I was about to go back to my room to send Lerato a message, she stops me.

“You won’t be getting any allowance until I start seeing a change in you. And by that, I mean you should start applying to universities. You’ve got good grades, so continue your studies or go look for a job.”

Shit. I’m in trouble. I don’t even know what I want to be, other than being Taehyung’s wife.

I quietly went to my room, logged into Facebook, and started typing:
“I AM SO SORRY, MMATA.”

This should be enough.

***

“I am selling a BTS LIGHTSTICK. Inbox if interested.”

That’s the first post I see after I click on the news feed. This reminds me of the time I fell prey to scammers.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I paid before the package arrived, and the rest is history.

I immediately logged out and drifted to my imaginative world.