"We are all sinners," father preaches from the altar, "sinners who need to beg for forgiveness from our holy father,"
I should be paying attention but I am so focused on something in the back of my mind.
He keeps telling us why we are going to hell, and why we need to be saved, but I just sit there, not caring.
"Angel! Pay attention!" My mom whisper-yelled.
"I am! And its Angelina!" I whispered back.
I'm not.
How can people actually believe this? How do they put so much faith in to something that probably isn't real? I'm not going to tell them that this is bullshit, but it is. I mean if god were real, he wouldn't have put me through all of this.
---
There's a girl with dark midnight blue hair not paying attention at all to Father Haden. She's looking at her nails, rolling her eyes, watching other people, sighing, and basically doing anything to avoid listening, or looking at father. I watched her mother say something to her that seemed to annoy her.
Communion. One of the sacriments, but most of the elderly women use it as a time to look disapprovingly at us "unholy teenagers from the school". "The school" is what everyone calls the Catholic school. Its where I go to school, and so does that girl with the dark blue hair. Her name is Angelina, but our teacher Mr. Robins calls her Angel.
Trust me. She's no angel.
"Carmen! Stop staring at that girl! She's got the Devil in her," my grandmother hissed at me.
take me to church - hozier
