Proetstants Cry Too
Trevor Hutchins
Mr. Palmieri
English 9 October 2014
Protestants Cry Too I guess it happens to all teenage boys, but about three years back was when I started to really like girls, so it didn’t surprise me when I finally knew I had found the right one. Except there was only one problem, she was Protestant, and if you knew anything about Catholics and Protestants it was that they were like cats and dogs. We Catholics were very strict in our religion whereas Protestants were extremely “lazy” as some people called it. Although I did not say that the girl was Protestant right off the bat, when I announced to my family I was planning on getting married, my mother’s face portrayed that I had already said she was a Protestant too. “But your only nineteen,” my mother says, the shock still frozen on her face as she unconsciously passed the potatoes to my sister Esther, who could eat a whole horse. I couldn’t let this one go though not like the last few, I knew this girl was the right one. “Well if I’m old enough to work, I’m old enough to get married,” I exclaim defiantly. I looked at my father anxiously for a hint of expression on his blank face. I’m not really nervous about anything anymore after being president of the debating team at my school. I look around the table and make eye contact with my younger brother Jerry and I remember all the times that I would non-chalantely wave him off in the past few weeks when I would normally play ball with him because I couldn’t get my mind off of Jesse, oh Jesse. I would always tell Jerry that love is what made the world go round. At last my father broke his silence, “How much do you make at the shop Armand?” I had been saving up for some time now and so had Jessica. “Fifty cents an hour but I have already saved up two hundred and ten dollars and she has almost as much working as a secretary uptown.” “Who is she?” my mother asked. “Jessica Stone.” I say quietly not liking my mother’s persistence in the subject.
Mr. Palmieri
English 9 October 2014
Protestants Cry Too I guess it happens to all teenage boys, but about three years back was when I started to really like girls, so it didn’t surprise me when I finally knew I had found the right one. Except there was only one problem, she was Protestant, and if you knew anything about Catholics and Protestants it was that they were like cats and dogs. We Catholics were very strict in our religion whereas Protestants were extremely “lazy” as some people called it. Although I did not say that the girl was Protestant right off the bat, when I announced to my family I was planning on getting married, my mother’s face portrayed that I had already said she was a Protestant too. “But your only nineteen,” my mother says, the shock still frozen on her face as she unconsciously passed the potatoes to my sister Esther, who could eat a whole horse. I couldn’t let this one go though not like the last few, I knew this girl was the right one. “Well if I’m old enough to work, I’m old enough to get married,” I exclaim defiantly. I looked at my father anxiously for a hint of expression on his blank face. I’m not really nervous about anything anymore after being president of the debating team at my school. I look around the table and make eye contact with my younger brother Jerry and I remember all the times that I would non-chalantely wave him off in the past few weeks when I would normally play ball with him because I couldn’t get my mind off of Jesse, oh Jesse. I would always tell Jerry that love is what made the world go round. At last my father broke his silence, “How much do you make at the shop Armand?” I had been saving up for some time now and so had Jessica. “Fifty cents an hour but I have already saved up two hundred and ten dollars and she has almost as much working as a secretary uptown.” “Who is she?” my mother asked. “Jessica Stone.” I say quietly not liking my mother’s persistence in the subject.