I was walking into my new church. It had green and yellow stained glass windows. A big stain glass window was by the stage with a picture of what I assumed was Jesus. The doors to get in were painted red, I guess it was to represent Jesus's blood.
I'm not a christian myself, but my family makes me go to church.
I sat in a pew just when two guys with sandy blonde hair walked up to me
"I'm Pastor Adam." the taller older looking one said. I looked at his features. He had brown eyes, almost the color black. He had a smile on his face with curved lips and a petite nose.
The younger one looked the exact same but smaller
"I'm the pastor here at this church." No shit I thought you literally told us you were pastor Adam, you dipshit.
"Thomas say hi." My mom said as she looked at me with her icy blue.
"Uh hi." I said and went back to listening to the conversation.
"This here is my son Marcus." Adam said
"Hi, you are going to love it here." The younger boy, now known as Marcus, told me. I doubt it. I thought while glancing at the ceiling.
