My classmates were concerned and asked about my stomach ache after the fellowship and I told them I was fine. I was so happy I escaped a tragedy that was about to happen.
The math teacher came in and taught us, I couldn't ask him questions I badly wanted to, I couldn't even go to him for some information after class because I was too shy to asked, it affected my studies a lot.
Sunday, was one of my best days after Saturday. Best because I could get to see Fernand, even though I see him every day of my life and sad because I wasn't like regular teens, the crush thing was freaking me out, every day I was falling for him more and more.
Today, the Adolescent's leader was teaching us and decided we should select a financial secretary and an assistant. There I was, minding my business and he choosed to call David and I, and boom, David became Financial secretary and I, his assistant.
Everyone was cheering, and I could almost read their excited minds, "The husband and his wife" were called as they had tag us, isn't God telling us they are meant to be. I gave a mental eye roll thinking about it.
From now on, we would work together or so I thought, but I soon realized David wasn't someone to take responsibility seriously, I was literally working alone. Our job was to collect their offerings, save it and note it down but I did that alone.
Every Sunday, we had our Adolescent's meeting before the main service, I always admire the choir, the way they can stand in front of the congregation and sing, the way the congregation always dance without any shame, I wish I could be like that but to be honest, I don't know how to dance.
You know how Fernand laughs a lot at your mistakes and it makes you feel bad. Well, it happened when I just started the school, they was going to be a cultural event and our young male principal placed me among the dancers, I messed up real bad in rehearsals, Fernand and David made it their job to laugh at my dancing, I was removed because I sucked.
After that, I never danced again, Fernand said he would have loved to see me dancing again but I never tried it.
Sometimes a teacher would be teaching and I would be busy staring at Fernand and wondering if I would ever get to tell him, that I like him.
Having stupid fantasies for your crush is straight normal, I would fantasize about him being my boyfriend, my fiance, and then we get married and bear beautiful children,
I was even thinking about the names we would give them but first I was patiently waiting for him to confess, that he likes me.
Anytime I see him playing with other girls I get jealous but waiting for him to confess was forever. Day after day he never came