Showing Me the World

Church Ahoy

   It was a building's frame on this field. It was long and wide just like a real temple. And in the back of this giant sanctuary was a graveyard with gravestones made of real stone.

   "A-A-are the gravestones real?" I whispered backing up, almost falling in to the creek if it wasn't for my siblings how held a tight grasp upon my joints between my arm and shoulder.

     "No." Klovis said addmietally. "Why would they be real?" He snickered mumbling things such as 'real gravestones'.

       "Oh!" Maria let go of me and so did Klovis. She jumped to turn around and there was people carrying things such as a podium, velvet chairs made from the finest dark wood, and multiple crosses. "They're coming! Oh, The furniture!" She continued to clap and jump.

       We all turned around except Klovis whom was focusing on the workers in the very edge of the field.  The yellow grass beyond the meadow and green field which we were standing in made them look like little ants. 

       "Malaya, being born in India, do you know anything about planting?" She wagged to seed packets and laughed, I laughed as well. I was born in India while our family was on their luxurious vacation. Soon, more workers came, and we made our way to the back of our little church. Klovis gave us a tour.

           Across the river was a narrow piece of land being plowed by women, it was still green unlike the grass that the river seperated it from in the back. Very yellow. "There, on that little dolly island, we will plant seeds for the poor." He scoffed rolling his eyes at Maria. He turned at the corner of the outline of the church and showed us the well and tall picket fences with wild vines places all over. Some have already bloomed in to flowers. "There," He pointed to the picket fence site. "that is our wedding site for the spring. Inside, Maria and I have a nanny, and she said we could have 50 chairs and tables."  It was a large area though it looked small. It was very big. There was a stage being build in to it. 

         "But how are we suppose to-"I was interrupted.

      "Ships ahoy!" Maria shouted. "We are going to get to our play church by boats." Maria was immature for her age of 14 years old.

            "But the steam is so thin, how coul-"

           "They're making the the stream as we speak!" She picked me up and rushed me to the thin steam. People we're equipped with shovels expanding the small body of water.