Torn pages... (IP)
"Take that bible back to school, for goodness sake," shouted Mum, "Don't they know we're a well adjusted family, 2 cars, 1 and a third children, all well educated and none of us believes."
"Mum, calm down," I said, feeling the torn edge of the book under my fingernails, "It's just that we use a church orientated school, I mean, they assume we're Christian."
"All that rubbish," said Mum, "You read me last night, do you mean for thousands of years, we've all been following a dead man?"
"Yes," I retorted, "He came back to life..."
"Oh God," sighed Mum, "He's a zombie..."
"Christianity isn't Shawn of the dead!" I snapped, "And I don't agree with you or Dad about it all. I want to be a Christian. I want to be old fashioned and get married..."
"Oooh! You're going to save yourself..." Mum laughed, "Whatever is Dad going to say! I mean, he had your whole career mapped out for you, a modelling job, a few full body spreads for the car magazine... A trip to London, to get a few extra lifts and tucks."
"I'm not doing it," I yelled, red with fury, "I'm leaving home..."
"No you're not," yelled back Mum, her face an inch from mine, "You have to pay us back for bringing you up."
I picked up my bag and walked out. The bus stop wasn't too far away, it took an hour to get to the city, another few changes and I'd be resurrected as a new person. Free!