DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE

ough I didn't believe in God but that time, I had to give it a try. Besides, there was no harm in trying. I knelt down and I prayed even though it was hard to believe I was actual

sat up and smiled. I looked at the sticker I poste

or two months; I have to convince everyone around me that I was a changed boy. I want my father to believe in me so even if I didn't

ther good things that I knew was the right thing to do. I could read the surprises on my mom's face but my dad well, he didn't show any. While playing changed, I still looked for a gift in me I could p

parents and persuaded them to prepare for church. My dad was now surprised, but that was part of the plan. I had to dress okay; I wore my suit and for the first ti

"Are you sure that's

it?" I asked pretending like

ed. "You look gre

said smiling.

ng the new change to check if it was genuine but trust me, I knew more tricks. On getting to the church, ever

e height and chocolate skinned girl of maybe 15 years of age or so. Everyone knew her as a good child who should be a role model to her fellow age mates. But trust me, I saw her like a disgusting stupid worm. In al

e wind was going to carry her together with her flying skirts. She always wore a long sleeve top and I haven't seen her with any earing. She was just like all the deeper life girls I normally see on the street. My parents

ut of the whole male teenagers in the church, the choir master pointed me out to join in the worship along side my devilish irritating enemy. It was so unbelievable and another worst thing about that moment was that I was to sing in the presence of a whole co