Queen_Rene

Sneak Peek
          	
          	
          	Chapter 1
          	
          	It had been nearly six years and I’d finally taken my vows. No, I’m not married, there’s no ring on my finger, but instead, a cross-strung across my chest. At the age of 24, I took my final vows; now I could walk through the chalet walk with a sense of belonging. Mostly, I spent my days thinking about my family, admiring the beautiful architecture and once in a while lust over the monks that stayed nearby, though I couldn’t tell the other nuns.
          	Everyone had their opinions as to why an 18-year-old would join the monastery and forfeit about six years of her life. The rumours varied from depression to absolute madness, and the question remains ‘Why would Valentina Flores join the monastery’, to my family, it was a puzzling newspaper headline which could mean anything and everything, they assumed that it was either caused by bad parenting or just too good parenting. Till now, I still laugh at all their opinions and their inappropriate questions, like when my Aunt Jemi asked me ‘If nuns wear bras’. At that time, I wasn’t sure myself, so I laughed and said ‘yes’, but upon my arrival, I realised that most nuns prefer not to wear bras especially the older ones.
          	When my friends found out their reactions weren’t as hopeful as I had hoped. Ozzie, one of my closest friends, talked the most about how I was going to mess it up, but she still found a way to make it into her advantage. She stopped abruptly and made an offer, saying that, I give them recordings of monastery drama and all. I laughed and declined their offer.
          	“ That’s your loss,” Ozzie said with a smug look as she gave me a hug “I’ll come to visit..or would I be allowed inside?!”
          	“Probably not,” I replied as I rolled my eyes at her.
          	I judged her tattoos, she wouldn’t even reach the gate, much less visit me and I might not even want her to visit, can’t deal with bad eye from nuns.

Queen_Rene

Sneak Peek
          
          
          Chapter 1
          
          It had been nearly six years and I’d finally taken my vows. No, I’m not married, there’s no ring on my finger, but instead, a cross-strung across my chest. At the age of 24, I took my final vows; now I could walk through the chalet walk with a sense of belonging. Mostly, I spent my days thinking about my family, admiring the beautiful architecture and once in a while lust over the monks that stayed nearby, though I couldn’t tell the other nuns.
          Everyone had their opinions as to why an 18-year-old would join the monastery and forfeit about six years of her life. The rumours varied from depression to absolute madness, and the question remains ‘Why would Valentina Flores join the monastery’, to my family, it was a puzzling newspaper headline which could mean anything and everything, they assumed that it was either caused by bad parenting or just too good parenting. Till now, I still laugh at all their opinions and their inappropriate questions, like when my Aunt Jemi asked me ‘If nuns wear bras’. At that time, I wasn’t sure myself, so I laughed and said ‘yes’, but upon my arrival, I realised that most nuns prefer not to wear bras especially the older ones.
          When my friends found out their reactions weren’t as hopeful as I had hoped. Ozzie, one of my closest friends, talked the most about how I was going to mess it up, but she still found a way to make it into her advantage. She stopped abruptly and made an offer, saying that, I give them recordings of monastery drama and all. I laughed and declined their offer.
          “ That’s your loss,” Ozzie said with a smug look as she gave me a hug “I’ll come to visit..or would I be allowed inside?!”
          “Probably not,” I replied as I rolled my eyes at her.
          I judged her tattoos, she wouldn’t even reach the gate, much less visit me and I might not even want her to visit, can’t deal with bad eye from nuns.