I want you guys to know that the purpose of this is not to offend any religon at all. Don't look at it the wrong way. It's just a story, 'kay.

:D Enjoy.


Twilithians.

I come to church every Sunday. By the time people arrive, I am already sitting in the first pew in the center, Bible open in my lap.

Father Carlisle takes his place at the black podium ready to give grace. His sons stand behind him, all serious-looking with the exception of the large, brawny one, Emmett Cullen, who is always giggling at something. The religon. Disrespectful bastard.

"Twilight!" Father greets us.

"Twilight!" we greet in return. Father begins the prayer.

Giggle. Giggle.

I make mental notes to run over Emmett's foot on the way out of the church parking lot.

"And may Stephenie Meyer bless us all. Amen." Father finishes peacefully.

"Amen."

Now the sons of Father Carlisle each read verses from the Bible. Edward, the bronze-haired one goes first.

"This is ridiculous," he always mumbles. Edward reads, reluctance clear in his beautiful voice. Next goes the tall, lanky blonde who's eyes all ways dart across the room when he walks up to the podium. Jasper.

He reads the words as strongly and with as much pride as Father does. I like Jasper. I really like Jasper.

Now comes the obnoxious one. I merely tune him out, for he always breaks into his booming laughter inbetween sentences.

"Pfft..." -laugh- "...'I've... considered...everything'..."

Father shakes his head and I do the same. What an embarrassmeant to have two sons like that. Atleast Jasper is there. He can put those two in order.

Edward rolls his eyes like it's nothing.

Father Carlisle steps up to apologize once again for his sons' behaviors. I sigh. Every Sunday they act like idiots. May Stephenie Meyer punish them thoroughly. We pray once more and shut our Bibles. I carefully lift and kiss the red apple on the cover then clutch my Cullen Crest tight in my hand while making a silent prayer.

Proud to be Twilithian. Amen.