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Ugh I continue to fume.
I'm still mad that they didn't let me fucking wear my cargo's.
I think they are jealous cause I got style.
Yup. Jealousy.
I humph. Receiving weird looks from Sammie and Leslie. I narrow my eyes at them.
They didn't budge so I turned my head away from them.
I bet if Harlow was here he would also give me weird looks, but that lucky son of a bitch is driving in his smokin' red mustang.
Lucky bitch.
We continue our walk towards the Holy Grail church. The gravel making it slightly difficult to walk on.
I better not trip.
They walk ahead of me leaving me behind.
Damn the noise is very irritating. This church needs to make some clear pathways.
Oh shit. I stumble putting my hands in-front of me to ease the impact of the fall.
I think God is out to get me.
Someone sticks out their hand as I sit there glaring at it.
The person who I think is a guy is covered up in a jacket with his hood up covering his face.
"i don't need your help." I stand up from the floor whilst wiping the dirt and small rocks off my hands and knees.
I turn to the person who just shrugs and walks off toward the edge of the church.
Fucking weirdo. Dressed like a damn murderer trying to help me.
Oh shit I'm the last person out. Fuck i'm late.
I run to the church as I stand on the steps awe struck.
So this is how a church looks like. This church doesn't look like the churches from home; it looks like a fucking mansion with a lot more colored and regular windows.
Hmm I wonder how the inside looks like. What if it looks like a ballroom like in Beauty and the Beast? Now, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I turn back towards the double doors leading into the church to see Jeremy standing there holding the door. I walk in to see his family standing in the lobby looking irritated for some reason.
What the fuck is Sammie glaring at?
I ignore her.
Whoa. This place is gorgeous they have dark mysterious cherry wood furniture and a lot of murals, but this place has a natural glow to it making it home like.
A small smile grazes my face.
My eyes wander to the large mural of an abandoned home with a single thread of light shining down on it. I stand there in awe at this inspirational piece of work.
I want to meet the artist.
"Beautiful isn't?" Bev lays a hand on my shoulder as she is looking at the same piece of work.
I cough stepping out of her grasp.
"I guess." I shrug.
I guess. I GUESS hell- I mean heaven yeah it's beautiful, mysterious, and very inspirational.
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