*[Warning: this is a work of fiction. Please do not take everything you read in these writings seriously. Thank you.]*
[Saturday @ 10:20 am]
I decided to go to my local church to pray at the mini chapel. I entered the building and took a seat and began to pray. Two months ago I moved to the south to find a better teaching job that had a great living wage since the pay wasn’t great for a majority of schools anywhere else. Living in the south has been a love and hate relationship. I love the cleanliness, the weather, and the cost, but I feel that I stick out like a sore thumb. I’ve been told this many times after moving here and I don’t know if it’s a compliment or insult. I’m scrawny, have light brown skin, dark hair, and I’m 20 years old. The guys around me most of the time are muscular, light skinned, blonde, and seem to be way more older.
The mini chapel was empty and I was the only one there. I put my knees down on the kneeler and began to recite my favorite bible verses. Suddenly out of nowhere I heard someone speak.