A POV by a girl named Emmy.

Youth group was similar to the way it had always been. Get in, grab pizza before anyone else could finish it off, eat it, and go down to the gym and walk around.

This time, however, was the time of the month when small groups got together.

After we watched the video, Miss Gianna told us "Turn to the person next to you and talk about something unfair that happened to you." So i did. I told Faith how lonely I felt ever since she was hanging out with Brittany. She told me vaguely that 'I should butt in more' and 'she's always sarcastic.' Definetly not the response I wanted. As others were finishing up their stories, she repeatedly tapped my shoulder. I shrugged it off.

I was in the 'artist' small group, so we went to our assigned spot and Miss Gianna (the leader) came over. She asked us to repeat our 'unfair' story. So I did, with even more details.

Miss Gianna and my friend Poppy listened with rapt attention, while the others seemed bored.

At the end, she asked us to write about what was unfair in our journals. I filled up a page and a half.

Right as we were about to leave, she asked us what she should pray for. I said, "There's nothing that i can think of-"

"How about that friendship problem?" She asked gently.

I sucked in a shaky breath. "I'm never going to fix it, so what's the point?" I turned and walked off, desperately trying to contain my tears.

Faith texted me this morning. 'I got a ouiji board!'

                                                              'Are you kidding?'

                                                               'No why'

                                                                I WILL COME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE AND SMASH THAT THING AND THEN BURN IT AND THEN THROW IT IN A CREEK THATS DARK ARTS YOU'RE DEALING WITH

                                                                 Em, it's fine. I have cats.

                                                                  WHERE THE HELL DO CATS FIT INTO THIS?

                                                                 Ghosts are scared of cats

                                                                  I DONT CARE WHAT GHOSTS ARE SCAFRED OR OR WHAT A OIUJI BOARD DOES YOU ARE BURNING THAT RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL

                                                                   A ouiji board talks to ghosts

                                                                   DOES THIS MATTER?!

She never even looked in my direction this morning.

A/N This story is based solely off my imagination and i will probably do a part 2 because I have some pretty good ideas (WRITERS BLOCK GONE)

OKEY BYE

<3 Paigey