Christian Church

Never before had I seen these people, but they all called me by name and spoke of things I had been involved in, in my hometown. How did all these people know me so well? My arrival at Northwest Christian College had been anxiously awaited by many of the staff. To them I was the good old preacher’s kid; the son of Roger Bray. I was vice-moderator for the Christian Church Youth Council in Idaho. I was president of the youth at my own church. I was everything a Christian school wanted in a student. They knew me as a friend, a leader, and something of a young prodigy for the Christian Church, so the expectations bar for me had been set high, but those expectations were different from those on my agenda of girls and a good time away from home at last. By the end of orientation I’m sure I knew every freshmen girl living in the dorms of that small school. I’d taken countless walks around campus with many of the girls to the local ice cream parlor, to Starbucks, to Subway, and to the river. What a great way to start off my first semester of college. My first semester of college went by quickly and I had met many new people, but I was beginning to feel alone. There was a pool table in the lobby, which had now come to occupy most of my time. I was playing pool with my roommate Robby one day and we noticed a new girl in the room. She was very beautiful with black hair that turned under at her neck, and dark brown eyes, and a bright, white skin complexion with very rosy cheeks and red apple colored lips. Everything about her appearance had me awestruck and I knew somehow I had to speak to her. About twenty minutes passed, over which I am sure she caught me staring at her twenty times. She finally gave me a seductive smile, giving me the courage to introduce myself to her. She spoke very smoothly and was extremely nice. I discovered her name was Amanda; a name I knew would be in my head a very long time.

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