Chapter 1
POV: 3rd person
Floria ran her fingers along the building's walls, happily walking down them in peace. She walked into the open and empty church, the pews and tables were a bit crooked and the area was covered in a light layer of dust.
Floria simply smirked, enjoying the feeling this part of the house emanated. The brunette touched everything up, making everything even and all tidy for her liking.
The girl picked up a broomstick and swept all the dust and other small bits of rubbish and such across the room, picking it all up and throwing it away. She started up on her final sweep, happily humming random harmonies to herself.
Just as she was in the middle of tidying she heard the clatter of a medal can hitting the pavement outside so she peaked out the window and saw a girl, a girl who seemed very out of place. She wore all black, a hoodie and long cargo pants which were very unfitting for the current hot weather the country was experiencing.
To meet eye contact and the girl immediately tore it away, Floria steadily and wearily made her way to the big brown wooden doors at the front of the church, placing her broomstick on one of the church pews. She slowly and cautiously made her way out the door. Making her way to the girl who was holding a can of spray paint. She looked at the church wall and saw there was some sort of drawing she couldn't quite make out what it was though. She looked at the girl who was fiddling with her hoodie strings. "What can I help you with?" Floria asked with a sweet yet simple smile.
The teen blows some of her long messy hair out of her face, now playing with her hoodie paws." Who the fuck are you?" Said the girl " I am Floria Miller the pastor's daughter" Floria said the same way she had said it thousands of times with an inviting smile. But I'm her brain she was freaking out, what was she supposed to do was she was supposed to tell her father or just say nothing and pretend nothing happened. What if father asked if she couldn't lie and say she saw nothing, that's a sin.
The girl grabs Floria by the collar of her dress and pushes her up against the brick wall of the church." Listen here little girl you saw nothing, absolutely nothing. You don't say a word about this to anyone. Do you understand!" Floria slowly nods her head. " I said, ''Do you understand?"she asked aggressively. "y-y-yes yes I understand, ''Floria said, not completely sure. She was scared but she was probably still going to tell her father. The girl let her down slowly, still staring at her menacingly. But not quite making eye contact in fact she hadn't made eye contact with her since when they first saw each other. The girl quickly gathered her stuff and started to run away. Floria ran after her catching up quickly. " Wait , wait what's your name? '' She asked so she could give her father a name when she told him. "Maz," she said, turning away and running
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Take me to church
FanfictionFlora's father is a pastor and Maz is the bad girl of the school what will happen when they meet?