Soap for Jesus

I was showing one of my brothers some photos the other day. He passed comment on one, saying how much younger I looked - I was 16, almost 17. I replied, "That was before Andy and the bad websites." He said, "Ah, that makes sense." It lead to a curiosity - how much have I changed, going through the past twelve months? I saw my own face harden and start to soften again... Watch my eyes in the next few minutes, and tell me. Have I changed? When going through some trouble at the Squadron, before anything - and I - changed. Roughly August/September '09. Given my heart away: Andy, cadet Stephen C and I: My twin brother and I, the same day: February, three months after Andy left and one month before I saw him again for the last time: Then cadet Lucy T. and I, when we were friends: At the Bower Parade: During and after the websites: During - June 26th. I got involved a few days before my 18th birthday. When I was nearing the end of my involvement: By the way, my photo o...

Zooming along the road at the maximum speed limit, window wound down completely, she rested her crossed arms on the edge of the door to lean out as far as possible. Rock beating its vibrant pulse into her ears, she tilted her head back to let the exhilirating feel of the cold rushing wind push against her, flowing through her hair and fiercely beating against her face. All too soon, the journey ended and they arrived home. Stopping to peer at her disheveled appearance in the mirror, the girl hastily tried to pin wild, wayward, wispy curls into her severe bun, and regain the generally tidy arrangement of her hair and clothing before running to take the dog out for a walk. Her usually languid apathy had vanished into sparkling eyes, wind-flushed cheeks and a happy smile. The actions of an eight year old girl, correct? I mean, a girl in her teens, even early teens, has to have her makeup perfect, every hair in place, the jewellery in place, the correct accessories with the matching clothe...