The blind man's vave

Walking slowly into the church building I could feel a pair of eyes watching me with each step I took. A shiver ran through my whole body. I spotted my new friend, and roommate sitting on one of the long gold benches up front. I noticed that on the left side of the aisle that all the children sat on white benches. The white benches sparkling with gold glitter distracted me. The children all sat with their arms folded and legs straight hanging from the bench because their legs weren't long enough to reach the floor. I couldn't believe that any of the kids were poking each other, or talking out of turn or yelling. It was as if all of the children in the church were under a spell. Or they all just had such good parents who made them act like robots I had a hard time believing that theory. I looked to the left where all the adults were sitting so quietly. With my reputation I wasn't sure if I could sit silently for so long. I walked up front to where I had spotted my friend earlier, I sat down beside the beautiful petite girl.  I could still feel eyes watching me, even as I sat down. A creepy feeling flooded through me.

"I didn't know I was supposed to get a creepy feeling in church?" I gathered that I wasn't supposed to talk. And the earlier feeling about me being able to keep quiet was right, I was one of those people who just loved to talk. I assumed that the plump man with chubby red cheeks, who was standing in front of the congress yelling, was the pope. He glared at me showing his frustration. My friend didn't say anything to me; her usual smiling face was serious for once. Her dark blue eyes stared straight in front of her the rest of the room was silent. 

The pope was still yelling "God said, he who is evil will never be happy."  As if the man needed to yell. Somebody could drop a pencil on the ground and everyone would be able to hear it.

I wasn't one to go to church every week. Ok so this is my first time going to church ever. This was a new experience for me. Before I moved to this town my father tried to make me go to church. I had a hard time believing there was a God because of all the bad things that have happened to me in my life. My father sent me off to a new town after I killed a man to save my life. He told me I was evil for killing a man. But I had no choice; I would be dead if I hadn't killed him. It seemed as though my father or my so called friends hadn't cared much about my life.

My new friend and roommate told me that church would be good for more than one reason. I had told her my sad story the first day I met her. I have only known her a few weeks but she seemed so perfect. She did no wrong, She was always happy. I wanted that, I wanted to be perfect like her and I wanted to be happy like her. Interrupting my thoughts the pope's next words hit me like a brick.

"Turning evil is easier than staying good. Once a man kills he won't stop. Once a man lies he will continue to lie. Once a man cheats he will cheat again, and again." It was as if he was only talking to me. His hazel eyes stared right through my brown eyes, making me feel like I was unwelcome. "Our human form that is so imperfect which makes so many people chose to be evil instead of good. The world teaches us that we can kill, that we can steal, that we can listen to bad music and its Ok. But God doesn't say so; it's not God's way. God is good; he is perfect in every single way."

"But people can't always be perfect." I didn't mean to speak out loud it just happened. Now I had every pair of eyes looking straight at me. I blushed; my face was ten shades darker. I felt very unwelcome now.

"No, people can't always be perfect but that's why we come to church. We come to church to learn how to be perfect." Who ever had spoken had such a deep soothing voice. I had to know who it was coming from. His words comforted me, telling me exactly what I needed to hear. Maybe I can be good; maybe I don't have to be evil.  I looked around me to see who was talking......

As I searched the room with my brown eyes, I found a boy staring at me. That instant I knew he was the one who had been staring at me when I walked inside the church. He had deep blue eyes, dirty Blondie hair. He looked like he was 18 perfect I thought only 2 years older than me. He had a nice body. It looked like he lifted weights I could see tight muscles through his blue shirt. I felt like I was the one staring him down now, he just smiled at me and kept staring.

"But can anyone really become perfect?" I asked still looking at him. I wasn't sure why I was nervous but I was. I could feel my hands starting to sweat, gross I thought. I put them in my pockets on my jean skirt. Hopefully nobody would notice them.

"I believe it's possible." I was lost for words; all I could do was staring into his eyes that were so hypnotizing. He seemed so sure, like he had no doubt in his mind.

with a sigh of relief the pope decided to speak, OK more like yell so the congress would shut up.

"With God anything is possible!" Such a powerful line I stared into the pope's flashing red eyes. His red plump face, transforming into the darkest shade of purple scared me a little bit. The anger building up inside him demolished such powerful words. Each person in the room started moving their lips, and waving their fists. Some were punching, some were slapping each other. My father always told me that actions speak louder than words. Watching the congress now it seemed to be true. A knot formed in my stomach, and I started to feel extremely guilty.

"I didn't mean to start a riot." I told my friend that was now standing next to me.

"I know you didn't mean too, but you sure did." That was the first time she has said a word to me that day. She cracked a smile, I instantly felt better after seeing her smile. The pope tried ending the meeting but with the entire racket it was hard to understand what he said. I turned around, and saw the boy with the blue eyes. He took my breath away. I wasn't one to date much, so I wasn't the type to get the hottest guy in school. But I hadn't seen him at school. I was new though so that might make a difference.

Trying to make my way through, I followed my friend out of the building. I didn't feel any different than I did walking in just an hour ago. He was watching me still; I just wish I could be watching him too. Especially now that I knew what he looked like. It also helped that he didn't seem creepy. One day I would find out his story, and who knows he may want to know mine too? Maybe not, because people who are evil like me should be punished. From what I learned I shouldn't be getting blessings. And the boy with the blue eyes would be a blessing to have in my life. He may know how to make me be who my father wants me to be... someone that is perfect.

Once we got to our small room with two twin beds, a tiny kitchen and a small closet for us to Shirt I sat on my bed. My friend was silent apparently she was mad at me for what happened in church. How was I to know how to act in a church if I have never been?

"I guess I learned my lesson." I said with a smile on my face trying to lighten the mood.

"Kyla, you don't like the silence do you?" My friend asked with a frustrated look on her face. I guess I shouldn't have said anything.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because you always have to be talking if someone isn't talking."

I bit my tongue I didn't want to say anything I would regret. I walked into the small closet that us girls tempted to fit everything in. I pulled out some black shorts, and a green tank top. I grabbed a book that I started reading a few weeks ago called "The dark night". My friend Cassy had given it to me for my 14th birthday, I have already read it three times it was just so good I could never get sick of it.  I lay down on my twin bed cuddling underneath my black fuzzy blanket. While reading each word, the black letters continually became smaller. My eyelids started shutting slowly until my world turned black.