A Nymph's Liturgy

Grandma kept quoting vers

to leap out of th

t stop going on about how amaz

nd myself in the back storage

of mine and he's th

rrival, and that. . . issue you have,

nymphomania, as if say

e sinned if they truly want to follow His way," she

topped in front of th

us, I looked arou

le, with two tall buildings encircling the sm

t, and dark black windows kept

school matched exactly what

an with reddish-brown hair holding a bla

rom head to toe before let

ed heavily against t

red at me with annoyance wh

ed, while my bags we

ked-back mahogany hair tha

ngry eyes and had wrinkles on hi

is neck and was dressed in a suit that

ook Grandma's hand. "Gr

as never looked better

and he looked at me like he

s," he said, referring

ically, which made Grandma nod in emb

I think we should talk more in my office," h

will reach

saying much else, watc

illed with paintings of God and another

" he says as we step into his off

ile he leans forward with his elbows o

for students like you who often prioritize

ics, and we believe in keeping you away from what

about our rules," he

concerning sexual activity an

rules, you will lose your scholarship and your chance to continue yo

ooked his age, with a few gra

and around his mouth, and a glare

were coming,

r father who is aware of you

he starts to tell me how much my father cares about my life here, even though he chose

especially considering how smart you are,"

r," he gives me a cold look b

om. Also, take this," he gives

schedule for praying for forgiveness for ou

ollow Clara to a room

gently swaying because of the open window,

s, and there was a nice bathroom along with my bags scattered

ything that violates the many rules we have here," she hands me a w

ehavior to see if you improve," I how how th

llow you to visit home on weekend

udents, and some students are in char

s of the opposite gender,

o punishment, which means you will lose your independence, a

ules, and your time he

ask, feeling tired of t

leaves without saying anything more,

t me, so I throw my phone onto the pillow behi

my dad hasn't rea

oodbye when I got on the pla

a way that reminded me of how

they seemed to think alike and al

or being my mother's daughter, constantly fa

rying, I try

omen who shame me and give me dirty looks, and the men who view me as just another

over my skin, as the lovely smell of vanilla and cocoa fille

natural black waves began to show when

eally my

just one of many thing