The Youth Pastor Chapter 1

This is a true story. I was in the sixth grade and at the time I went to a Christian school. Southern Baptist to be exact. I was the girl who told it like it is and if I didn’t like you, you would know. I wouldn’t be mean to you, but you would know that I didn’t like you. My school had a preacher, an assistant preacher, a youth pastor, and 15 ‘christian lady’ teachers. The preacher was old and crusty. The assistant preacher was just plain ugly. But the youth pastor, now he was something for the eyes. He was 6’3 with dark hair and a nice complexion and young, no older than 35. I was surprised he was allowed to work there and that nobody had jumped his bones…
Yet.

CHAPTER 1
It was a cold afternoon after school on Wednesday and I had planned to go on visitation with Dan Monroe (the youth pastor). I hadn’t realized that most of the church was sick and wasn’t going and I had already told my mom not to pick me up (we didn’t have busses). So Mr. Monroe said I could go to his house and hang out with his daughter who was about my age. I agreed and off we went.
When we arrived at his house, his daughter was nowhere to be found. He said that she must still be at the YMCA because she was on a swim team and let me sit in the living room while he went to fold his laundry.