NARRATOR
A few months go by…Spring, Summer… It’s still warm outside, but inside Jo’s heart, it feels very cold indeed.
JO
People say I’m doing wrong,
but my mind just draws a blank.
He’s never murdered anyone,
he’s never robbed a bank.
He’s not much different from my Christian friends,
he believes in God and stuff.
Yet I’m made to feel this isn’t right,
and life right now is tough.
(pause)
My Christian mates are frowning,
my parents are getting frantic,
but having someone who loves you,
is fab and so romantic!
It’s lonely being single
and seeing others kissing.
Those who are alone,
don’t know what they’re missing.
The night club isn’t so bad.
It was really good this week.
I’m kinda getting settled
into their friendly clique.
(pause)
The cocaine was passed around,
but when the bag came by,
no-one pressured me to take some,
so I turned a blind eye.
(Long pause as she looks up thoughtfully)
I might miss church for a bit
and go back when I’m older.
Right now, I want a capital ‘M’
tattooed upon my shoulder.
(Becoming arrogant)
All this fuss!
I hate being provoked!
I hate being told
I’m unequally yoked!
(She shrugs her shoulders.)
Yeah, yeah, Jesus loves me –
that’s the way they all talk –
always seeing the Devil
with his fire and pitchfork!
(Pause. She turns to look at Mark.)
There’s nothing wrong with Mark.
Why should I turn away?
I want to be with him,
no matter what they say.
Now he’s in my life,
I don’t need God so much.
(Rolls her eyes)
Someone said that proves
I’m in the Devil’s clutch.
They said I was drifting –
that I’m falling away,
all because I said
to someone the other day…
that now I have Mark,
I don’t feel the need to pray.
So what?
(pause)
I’m enjoying my life,
I’m enjoying the thrill.
The path I am taking,
is going up-hill.
(She bites her bottom lip, guiltily.)
I slept over one night –
my parents went ballistic.
(huffs)
Their expectations
are not realistic.
They’re blowing this all
out of proportion.
I’m a big girl now
and I take precaution.
(She raises both hands in the air.)
Why can’t my pastor
and friends condone?
Why won’t everyone
just leave me alone?
I’m sick of all the fuss!
They’re making things so grim!
So, I’m leaving home
and going to live with him.
