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Eden's POV:

"Did you know our mom's were best friends?" I ask in our religion class I was forced to take. All the other classes were full, and Ellie's dad forced her to take this.

"No," she says, looking up at me.

"Really?" I nod.

"Yeah. Ask her if she knows Maria. She'll know. Watch her behavior," I say. She nods.

"Will do." The bell rings. I sit down next to an empty seat.

"Okay, 6th hour! We have a project. You're gonna be partners with the people next to you. You're going to go to your local church and ask your pastor questions."

"And you're going to type an essay on how the answer to those questions tie into Sunday service."

"What?" I mutter.

"Private. One on one. Call ahead of time. This is a huge project," he says, passing out the papers. I read the questions on mine.

1.) do you like being a pastor?

2.) is there anything you'd do differently about Sunday service? If so, what? (List how this could impact sunday service at your church)

3.) do you go by the rules in your own book of religion?

4.) do you think you have an impact on your church? If not, why?

5.) are you part of a generation of pastors? If so, how long?

6.) if not, why did you become a pastor?

7.) do you wish to peruse teaching religion?

8.) if you could become anything else, what would it be and why?

9.) what do you do in your free time?

10.) do you enjoy being a pastor?

11.) sign this line _________________ after they ask you questions!

"Bullshit," I mutter. I raise my hands.

"What if all the other electives were taken and you're not religious.." I ask. He stares at me.

"It's a valid question, isn't it?" I ask.

"Uh-oh, she's a devil worshiper!! Watch out!" I look at the boy who said it and smile at him.

"So true. Satanic rituals in my basement nightly. But! My devil worshipping club! It's new! Wanna come? It's every Sunday.." I say, smiling.

"Um.." he says. I smile at him.

"I know you may be hesitant. But I promise the devil is nice. I speak to him a bunch."

"Fucking creep. Why is she still in this class?"

"Just.. stop."

"I don't have a partner," I say. He scans the classroom.

"Eleanor and Eden, pair up as partners," he says.

Oh, shit.

"You know who Eden is, right, Eleanor?" He asks.

"Oh, yes. They know each other very well," the same kid says.

"What are they, dating?"

"Probably. Hanging out with her on the weekend and shit." He was at the hospital?

That means he saw Ellie's outburst. I look over at her. And by the color that's drained from her face, she's thinking the same thing I am.

"Are you alright, Ellie?" The teacher asks her.