When you stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the cinema, three things sat carefully on your mind; The Sixth Sense, your college essay on your spring break, and a long walk home.

The sun beamed down upon the small town of Statesboro like stars hung gracefully in the sky at night; bound to be there for as long as possible.

The soft click of your shoes hit the pavement with a carefree stride as the late spring breeze gently tousled your hair, the smell of oncoming sunflowers blowing in from the east.

Although, any break from school was nice, spring break always seemed especially boring for you.

The thrill of pool parties, getting drunk, partying years of your life away and all that are banished from your mind by your religious parents. Your carefree attitude truly opposed from your usual life of studying and going to church day after day. Even your friends (who your parents have tried to make you stop hanging around with) agree that it was far too much, even for religious individuals such as themselves.

You often felt crazy, sadly relating with the relationship between Carrie White and her Mother from Stephen Kings 1974 book ‘Carrie’.

The dull hum of the everyday flowed through the town as many individuals you had recognised throughout your life walked by. A medium sized single floor bus drove by, that read that it was transporting its guests all the way to Vidalia on a one way ride. The sounds of children running down the streets getting into mishaps with each other and being unapologetic roared around you.

The small turn of a heel around a corner shouldn’t have been too hard for you, but colliding with a figure told you otherwise; a priest.

You fell to the concrete looking up with the realisation that he too, had been knocked over, and with his realisation of the same for you, he scrambled to pick up his bible, with a shaky voice saying:

“Oh- goodness.. I’m sorry, ma’am, are you ok..?”

He stood up, dusting himself off before offering his hand to help you up, his hands looked gentle.