Chapter 5: The Chapel

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After school that day, I debated going to the chapel. I debated it all day. I debated it until the voice said to me as the last bell rang, "Just go." I missed my daily beating from Billy that day.

That's when things went crazy.

The chapel itself is dirty. Rusted. Very gross. The pews are covered in grime, as I said. It's disgusting. Weeds are everywhere. I didn't want to go. Curiosity got the best of me.

I pushed open the chapel doors. It was dark except for the light pouring through the windows. A girl was sitting in the third pew. She turned to me as I walked in, her eyes narrow with suspicion. "Who are you? I didn't think anyone came to this chapel anymore."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I said, "Ditto."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you believe in God?"

I hesitated, "No."

"No?" she stopped. "Then what are you doing in a chapel?"

I almost said, 'a voice told me to come here, so I did'. Thankfully I didn't.

The doors behind me opened again. The homeless man walked in with a smile.

The girl ran up to him. He laughed and pulled her into his arms for a hug. "Ally!" he said cheerfully.

I watched, confused. I was interrupting something.

"I would invite you in on this, Maxwell. I'm just not so sure you're okay with hugs from strangers," the man grinned, meeting my eyes. I stared.

Ally, the girl apparently, turned back to the man, "Who is he?"

"Maxwell Higgins," said the homeless man. Before I could ask him how he knew my name, he said, "Max here is the second." 

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