Narrator's pov
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It was a bright sunny mor-
Nah they done gone and killed the pastor, I'm getting my bass boosted ass outta this chapter
It was a terrible day for the nuns of Saint Mary's Convension. The most respected man had just mysteriously passed away in his sleep.
Keyword, mysteriously.
He was one healthy Oxe, John Harris. A simple Pastor who respected everyone and everything around him. I guess that's why he was critized in the first place
John had rumors spreading about him, especially from the other sisters in the church. His grin was always wide but his heart was twice the size. He respected the Bible and the words of other preachers but he was still open minded about so many things.
Which is exactly why many questioned him
It caused talks around the town, newspapers published and framed his name as their highlight.
The laughing stock of the village, but never cared. John continued to run the institution with the help of the gremlin mother superior.
They all lived in the convent, John was like the father of the nuns, taking in a few helpless off the streets and helping them along the way. He was known as a good man and should be remembered as such
Besides the fact that he was up to his foreskin in controversy these days.
Many started noticing changes in the man, John became very secretive, locking himself in his office all day, spending most of his time reading on satanic rituals, he barley gave any time of day to his Covent family.
Sometimes he'd space out while preaching, he would talk to himself while he walked. Almost as if he was talking to a ghost or an entity.
Now ya see, normally I'd do the same but I just have undiagnosed ADHD and schizophrenia
The sisters would spread rumors and talk of his name, there was just something off about John recently that no one could figure out
About three months ago, John became troubled. There was something in his eyes that no one else could see, a spark ignited and an evil lurking within, hidden behind the fading soul of John Harris
Unfortunately John decided to hit the grave before anyone could figure out what the heck he was up to. No fair because I'm no good at murder mysteries.
John was loved but he was alone. Sure he had over a hundred nuns apart of the convent and a superior to assist with everything but he was still empty.
Even though he had his niece with him, it was never the same. John paid no attention to the girl since the three months he's been acting different. They were close, almost like father and daughter. But things change. Well, John changed but you get the point.
The funeral service was slower than the Haas formula 1 car, Everyone had a memory to share, a favourite hymn to sing. Whoever arranged it must have agreed to every request. By half way through some of the old dears were swaying on their feet and were it not for the keen spring wind pushing through the open church doors there might have been more to bury than just Edna.
"Good Afternoon Ms Harris" A tall woman said as she approached the podium
"Good Afternoon Mother Superior" John's niece replied
Ella Harris, coffee brown eyes that made you feel warm inside, Her brown eyes shone brightly, reflecting the warmth of the sun. They were such a unique colour, a mix of light and dark, so big and beautiful, so much emotion held inside.
