"Amazing grace, how great thou art," the choir rang out through the church walls of Blessings, TX. I kept my eyes down on my hymnal, pushing the glasses up on my nose when they slid down, and twisting a strand of hair between two fingers. It seemed like a normal day, but little did I know this day would be the start of a whole new life. I tried to sing at almost a whisper seeing as how I sound like a howling cat. The only things that got the pleasure of hearing my voice were the shampoo bottle I sang into like a microphone in the shower, and my steering wheel in the car. When the singing of what seemed like a million songs was over, everyone took their seats and my father made his way up to the stage. "Good morning, let us bow our heads in prayer," he started off just like every Sunday morning. I couldn't see him through most of the sermon because Mrs. Jenkins decided wearing a giant hat on the front row would be a good idea. It didn't matter either way though. He practiced his speech every night at the church when we would all come up here to set things up for church the upcoming Sunday. On a little paper labeled "notes" at the top I doodled a little flower and a fox until my mother caught me and took it away. I knew she meant well, my mother, she was very set in her old ways and believes. Both of my parents were, and they taught me to be the same way. Dressed had to be below the knee and no v neck t-shirts. Basically anything showing too much skin I could forget about. My boyfriend, Jake the football hero, would agree as well. Most of the other boys in school were pigs, but not Jake. Some how my parents happened to match me up with the one boy that was in their image to a T. Sometimes I wondered if they just paid him to be my boyfriend. At the end of the sermon there was another prayer session, then everyone stood and made their way to the door. Mother and I walked up to my father as he talked and laughed and prayed with who ever would come up to him. "Look Avril, there is the new girl in town. You should go say hi and be nice. I bet she would love to have someone to show her around school tomorrow," she said with a smile playing on her face. The girl looked nice enough but I just wasn't sure. I am very awkward around new people and quiet from what I have heard. After much bickering and nudging, mother won over and I was walking slowly down the aisles toward the girl. I smoothed down my dress as I walked and fixed my glasses for the thousandth time.