The outing though one of the exciting and most daring thing I have ever done in my life riddled me with guilt and that is why the next day I found myself in the chapel with my kneels to the ground and my contrite gaze on the cross with my fingers clutching tightly to my rosary.
We were lucky that we weren't caught, or I was lucky we weren't caught cause everyone except for me looked like they didn't mind getting caught. I couldn't believe that I put my whole future in jeopardy all for few hours of pleasure and excitement.
The outing wasn't the only thing eating away at my conscience. The thing happening between I and Jonathan was also creating havoc in my soul. Things have been a little awkward between us after the near miss in the kitchen especially on my own part. I find it difficult
