Page 107 of Eyes Like Angel

“Say it now. Or I’m telling Mom about how you harassed another nun in the church,” I warned her. “She won’t hesitate.”

For some reason, bitterness left in my tongue when I advocate regarding to Mom’s aggressive nature.

Despite not liking Mom’s presence and her brutal force of nature, but getting someone into trouble and being put into a spot by her was good dodge to my benefit.

Emily huffed, her smile died down.

Her posture posed a threat each time I said a word.

“Why can’t you focus on me for once, instead of other people? All I said to her was I didn’t like the way she immediately of that idea. It was a great idea, actually. But I should’ve thought of the play on Cain and Abel first for the following year. What issheto you, anyway?”

My jaw ticked, forcing myself to face this falsified saint as I wasn’t satisfied at her dodging the question.

Soon, she gave up. “Tell your mom I said hi.”

She took a few steps backwards before fleeing on the grand stairs.

Her effort rendered useless.

Minutes later, by the time Emily drove off, Mom exited the front entrance to where I was at, scanning the scenery. “Where did she go?”

My shoulders bopped. “Who knows? By the way, she dropped off the cookies just for you.”

Mom shook her head. “Michael, you should be ashamed of yourself for scaring Emily away. I can’t tell how much you’ve been such a disappointment these past few weeks,” is all she said and slammed a flimsy door at her private yoga room.

In the end, along with my frustrations, the ivory box of frosted cookies has been tossed out into the trash bin.

29

Eva

The set with a reenactment sparked a lengthened discussion for next year was here, all thanks to my little lie I set up for a generous contribution.

At a dark struck hour, girls were uncoordinated, speculating and debating which one is going to play which. Some girls suggested Romano to play as Cain, but his dark-shaded eyes looked too good-natured. Some suggested Adrian, who was taller than Romano, and how he was so strong he clinched Romano’s arm down like a rag doll, which they find it conveniently and conventionally attractive. Cain and Abel, sons of Adam and Eve, are the historical figures, though not as well-known as Moses or Abraham or Jesus Christ. In a story of Cain and Abel is based in hatred jealousy, he killed his own brother in the end, and convinced himself as Abel, and discarded his former name Cain.

What was that word Micah taught me? Gaslighting? Yes, Cain gaslighted himself to believe he’s the one and only Cain. But God won’t be fooled. He sees all, He knows all. None would match to His godly abilities.

I didn’t like how my lies overturned as a profound recommendation, but it’s enough for the audience to disperse from drama, but Emily. Emily wasn’t convinced about the play I made up. Half of the time, I was ongoing with my tedious undertaking, on getting the metal trays done and tucked away in the cabinets.

Micah told me about how both Adrian and Romano were being heavily discussed in Fort Heaven, by the ladies of FortHeaven, even girls who have boyfriends as and mothers who have husbands, dying to see a shining spectacular play of the tragic brothers from a biblical verse.

Despite my lying suggestion for an upcoming play, they decided to raise a competition on the sidelines to make a best costume for Adrian and Romano, to see which costume fits best for both men. Some girls I knew were seamstresses, others were costumes from online. Micah told me about shopping spree online, and how he randomly noted that girls would spend everything they wanted.

Deep down I wish I could do it, too, but the Divine family considered my wishful thinking as a devil’s work. They kept telling me I don’t need “useless” belongings to have a better life, and all I have is the dark attic, which I’m shameful to confess, I tend to rely on my sole instinct on locking myself up in shame, to bring out such a lie that is considered a dirty sin.

A dirty sin, Sister Joanne said vehemently to me as she struck me, leaving a purple bruise on my cheek. It took weeks for my purple bruise to heal and kept my head low, not speaking to a single soul.

Nuns cleansed the parking area and collected the donations andtaken the currency inside the church as the girls gossiped all over the Divine Miracles Church, overhearing the other five girls chatted about the idea of a dramatic stage play, painting their nails, chewing neon pink and blue bubblegum, and casually sitting down on the chairs in an uncivil manner to a point its oddly relaxing.

“Why couldn’t I come up with an idea like that?”

“I wish that idea is mine!”

“Who made that idea up anyway?”

“It’s that girl…what’s her name again?”

“No one knows her. Of course she wanted to take a spotlight for herself. Talk about selfishness.”