Matts POV
I walk into the church, my footsteps echoing in the large chamber. There are four people in the building i think, all in the main part of the building, one smells of cat, the receptionist. The priest is in the confessional, with someone, the receptionist is helping the cleaner sweep and clean the floor.
Feeling the intricate wooden benches, as i walk don the aisle. My hand glides around the carvings before i sit down and pray.
Father in heaven,
Let me be good enough, just this once.
I stay like that for a while the repeating the pray over and over.
I just want to be good enough
don't let them leave
let me be good enough for them
"Hey kid" a voice says softly. I startle, having been to focused to notice anything around me.
"hey" i say, recognizing the speaker as the priest. His heavy heart beat filling my ears and the smell of wood oil my nose.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" He says as he sits beside me, his robes crinkling slightly, his body warm but old.
"Got suspended. Kinda what I'm here for." I say, my bum sore from the cold wooden bench.
I hear him give a slight sigh, "fighting?" he asks.
"He was bullying my friend" I answer.
"So you punched him" he asks, his voice exasperated.
I haven't done it that often... have i?
"Nope, my other friend shoved him and they started a fight and then this other guy attempted to punch me so i smashed his nose in." I say, cleaning my glasses.
"So you attacked an innocent man"
He's not innocent, he date-raped a girl
"Violence ain't the answer kid," he scolds, "you should have told someone"
"I'm telling you" I reply at last.
"Yeah well that ain't no good when i can't tell anyone," he signs "haven't you got someone at school you could talk to"
"Oh i did, it doesnt usually do anything" i reply.
"Well anyway i'm glad you made some friends, kid" he says, "But maybe find a less violent way to deal with your problems maybe"
"Well i got to go, I said id meet the guys at the skatepark"
"I'm guessing your not grounded"
He wont bother with that
"Yeah, anyway bye... and thank you" I say as i walk out, the smell of gasoline and pizzazz hitting me, while engines becomes roars instead of sleepy drones. I walk a few blocks, people moving out of the way of my cane.
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